On Who I Become to Survive Life On the Inside

By Ryan M. Moser — FROM THE INSIDE

Before I even open my eyes this morning I am reminded of where I am: the loud yelling and commotion throughout the open-bay dormitory; the hardness of the metal bunk beneath my stained, three-inch-thick cloth mattress; the bright fluorescent lights burning through my closed eyelids; the smell of sweat; my internal anxiety at awakening to another day…