It's often hard to make my presence known
when thoughts are taken hostage in my soul.
And so I suffer silently alone -
a prisoner of pride and self-control.
I just assume you'll see it on my face -
the fear and anger which will not relent;
there are no trailer visits for disgrace.
Inmates may write, but letters are not sent.
My feelings get locked down inside my heart,
I hold them deep within, begrudge them light.
Me and my loved one forced to be apart -
like Alcatraz; a crude, abandoned site!
If no one knows or cares I'm doing time -
can the silent treatment still be deemed a crime?