Accusations (of murder)

I put on my plain orange jumpsuit,

Always the same color,

Always the same design,

I hate it here,

All they serve me is disgusting food that I can’t distinguish,

The cages aren’t meant for claustrophobic people like me,

I try to tell them I didn’t do it,

I scream to get their attention,

But they don’t give me a second glance,

I try to tell them they’re trying to frame me,

But they never listen,

I tell them I’m not lying,

But they won’t believe me.

I sank down to my knees,

Thinking to myself what I had done to deserve this,

No I didn’t deserve any of this,

I’m not a murderer,

But they won’t listen,

I don’t belong in this cage,

But I have no choice,

I can’t escape.