I feel trapped in a prison, even when I'm in open fields, I am trapped in a lack of expression, for the second I speak of my feelings I am punished. When there is a time I want to help others, I do so, but I am still trapped, in the prison of loneliness and sadness. the second I think of a way to escape this prison, for unknown reasons, I keep myself in. When I feel most squeezed in the prison, nobody is there to free me, or even help. when I want to let my soul free and I ask my dad for games and laughter, he asks about my grades, pushing me to the tiniest of corners, then goes back to his own happiness, leaving me behind.