INSIDE THAT BUILDING..

In this beautiful building,
That you see,men and women
Looking beautiful in white tops,
With navy blue tops sometimes,
Life inside there is so tough.


Never,be fooled by the peoples smiles,
They are so reluctant,to help
Locked up,most of the day you are,
You mostly sit,or lie in bed,
Never knowing,
What time of day it is.
What an immense,
Price of pain each person pays.

In this building,
When tommorow comes,
Today wil be gone forever,
Its so solid,and vault like,
It refuses to interact with its sorroundings,
Prefering an aura of secrecy.

It has no face,
And no point of entry,
Not even windows,
That could open to world,
No walkaway that could
Lead up to perspective.

It has an exterior
That reflects the interior,
Its skin color,
Reflects isolation and division.