In my prison

I don’t know my crime,
But I am in prison,
Isolated in darkness,
The jailers watch my every move,
Just in case I step out of line,
My jailers don’t have guns,
There weapons are worse,
They have tricks up there sleeves,
Hidden behind fake smiles,
And well manicured talons,
They’ll make you feel safe,
At first you’ll like there presence,
Until you realize that you are not there guest,
You are there jest,
For there entertainment,
They spread petty lies,
They keep you in,
I can’t leave,
I must serve my sentence,
In my prison,