Young Offenders.

There’s a striking similarity
Between a cell and a classroom, 
The classroom I was in had what they called a “time-out room”, 
which was basically a cell, 
a dark cell, 
with a small, blocked off window, 
not knowing how much time passes, 
under the maddening fluorescent light, 
buzzing it’s chaotic, artificial tune. 

Not knowing when to sleep, not knowing how long I’ve been awake, 
it breaks you down, 
being confined to yourself. 
Your own thoughts aren’t enough to comfort you, 
leading you to emotional instability. 

And then they let you out, and you have to put on a brave face, 
like nothing ever happened.