A casting, a shell
my secrets are veiled.
Clamp down, shut tight
closed from your sight.
A mystery to you
a fright to me.
A laugh to those
who are not here.
A cell, a box, some metal tools
claustrophobic air, closed in space
my mind under complete rule.
My life at your hands,
Those hands of fools too.
Clear day, misty too
still stuck viewing
from inside this
closed school.
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