For I am guilty beyond a reasonable doubt.
For I am sinful,
For I’ve done something that I should have not
For I was not able to control myself
For I was imperfect but that imperfection can never be an excuse.
For I believe karma works and it will someday hit me,
and I am now worried,
I wish I was better, I hope I was in control
and someday I might be sorry for everything,
for someday I might learn,
I am trapped in nowhere, boiled in own sweat. will die on my own.
And my name is Marjorie, the woman behind the bars.