The prison

I'm in a prison. I live there.
It's not a real prison. It's like a big house, and everything seems cool. Some people are doing drugs and they seem allright, not scared, only a bit uneasy, if anything.
They seem to know they are not really free, but they don't care.
I notice I cannot get out of that house.
I start to think I am in a prison that looks like a house.
My parents are in the prison too, they are quiet and don't notice anything weird.

Somehow I get to know the door of the prison is open 4 hours a week. Some people go out for a walk and come back. I don't know why they are coming back... why don't they stay out?

Anyway, that's what I am going to do. I'm going to escape.