(Reasons for their crimes)

I am tired of getting  locked up, (yes in jail), better yet, in my own hell and when I get out, i turn around and dam if I don't go right back in again.
Condemned, too the view inside, fault displayed in pride, because the "real," in you hide and the cell mates, are sure not what you would lable friends.

I am tired of being put down, no room to swurve, heart snatched out, kicked straight to the curve, with no real chance to mend.
the smile I once owned, now sports its own frown and the words of another, be it sister or brother, is prone to make a good life end.

I am tired of being locked in my own head, with no where to roam, wishing I was home, frantically and with cause, now full of  dread.
With no stop sign in view, just a life of pain, promised to me by you, a beaten horse, left without even a shoe, bound and left for dead.

I am fed bold words at a time, inwhich my tongue, (verbally) refuses to tote an  answer and  ears, (with no audibal apperance), claim to (formally entertain.
Oh! you reign second to none, when dishing out shards of pain but when faced,- due retribution, as if being caught without jacket, in a down pour of unrutted rain.

There are many lies, that have already been widely told and many more, yet to be used, so my frequented (half full cup), in carceration, was never entirely filled.
Back and forward, through a revolving door, crimes (minor to major) all to be logged, no crime to small, (even simple as petty theft) but yet am i to have killed.
 
So don't ever confuse repetitive motion, with (actual progress), are you will simply fall victim, to your own sharpened sword.
Just as a rocking horse, when eagerly rode, continues to move, (but in place) and lends no accreditation, to its progress forward.

The thrill of this art, they take what  they need, to buy or borrow, (was their shame), pure power they seek and when found, they claim.
the full gamut of the game, (no lost)  it would be  an assurance of full intimidation, they seek to gain.....Jim

About Poem: Keep giving what you give, you'll continue getting what you get. As a recidivis, it only gets worse each time the cycle, (in it's present state), continue to be repeated..There are no ligitimate reason to commit any crime, no matter how big or small, because there's no excuse, that will clearly support the weight, of its reasons for being...Fiction be the poem but reality for so many, who has and practice the trait, of  being repetitively locked up and then searching for excuses to substantiate their incarceration, when there isn't one.....