Walk through the blue front door, calm but nervous
Blinding white suits and walls torture my eyes
Eyes which burn and struggle to stay open
The thick smell of shit overwhelms my nose
Nose so stuffed I’m surprised I can smell
Warm humid air lifts the skin off my bones
Skin, covered in picked scabs and track marks
And bones still aching from my concrete bed
I put on the rough and itchy jumpsuit
With eyes closed, travel the world again