Poem: The Walls

I am afraid of walls
I'm not sure when it started

I was a prisoner in my home
as a child
I had no choice then
I ran away
many times
and though it was hard
I never missed the walls

Later I would turn 18
and go to jail a week later
I ran away many times
but often went to jail
the new walls

After jail
at the age of a man
I was a prisoner in my world
of states, schools, money, and culture
I tried to run
many times

And I still am.