Through the eyes of a prisoner.
Here comes the American, so strong and free, she really has no idea what it is like to be me.
I am stuck here in the darkness, no family no friends, if I had a choice I would put it to an end.
I am sure she has no real problems or pain, no American has much more they can gain.
She don’t know what it is like to be rejected, the bottom of scum… no, not where she is from.
I will be quiet and watch for a while, I will pretend to be happy and put on a smile.
She would not want to know about my past, if she finds out, our friendship wont last…
She wouldn’t want to still be...