Chain-Link Fence

It holds you in but not alive.
It would be so easy to push it down.
She wants out of this tormented place.
The metel smells like the ice in a frezzer.
Just wish it would fall down and say time is done.
The dusty stiff ground that helps hold you she kicks.
Everyone huddles up agenst you and all we hear is you rattle.
It's time for inspection outside what She hate the most.
She holds on tightly hoping time will fly.
Everyone breezes past you, it's time to go inside to the bars that hold us in.