random shit and thoughts

Trapped

Trapped,
I look around.
Chains wrap my ankles and wrists,
Cutting of my circulation.
She holds me back.
She punishes me,
She makes me do things I wish I never have done.
She makes me regret.
Yet shes still my blood.
I rattle at the metal chains, they scrape the floor,
I sit there, waiting for the imaginary chains to fade.
Freedom.
All I think about
Freedom.
Everyone I know has it, they can do things I can't.
I can just imagine Ethan walking by, not even chained.
Smirking at me.
Everyone laughing, pointing.
Looking at the zoo animal all tied up.
I don't want to be ungrateful,
But the chains hurt.
Being controlled, it floats by.
Stuck,
Tape over my mouth of what I want to say.
Everything, suffering,
I'm stuck.
Stuck in place.
Trapped,
The metal scraped me.
What would it be like?
Not being trapped.