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 The Prisoner 

By Grace  



Trapped between tubes of gloss and shimmer,
The lies used to fool her foes,
A book on the floor bound in leather,
Her place to express her woes.

Excluded from the outside world,
Seeking assistance from her mates,
She could try to jump out the window,
And crawl under the large gates.

She has to get out,
She might lose her mind,
Her plan has just been hatched,
Who knows what’s out there? What treasures might she find?

She slips out the door and down the stairs,
But oh no! The guard they called Mum is waiting there,
"Where do you think you are going?" she demands,
"Erm...just popping to the loo"

No!! Her plan has been foiled,
And on a weekend too!