My Padded Cell On Parris Island

Padded walls for a padded soul;

They refused to listen to my cries,

Now they're to blame for my childish lies,

Trapped like a rat in this padded hole.

They say that I've gone mad, insane;

Padded walls for a padded soul;

It was never in my own control,

What could they possibly know of pain?

My mind's a web that's come unwound;

I know they want me to play my role:

Padded walls for a padded soul,

My limbs are straight in jackets, bound.

I have always felt unwhole,

A piece is missing, lost forever;

I'm finished with this whole endeavor:

Padded walls for a padded soul...

AN: This poem is one from several years ago that I stumbled upon the other day. It's in viator form.