In a dark place wrapped in chains
Never will I understand the security of an over protective parent
At first it's not bad
But as time goes by it gets rather sad
It starts at my feet wrapped in shackles
Makes me fall to the ground and begins to tackle
Expands to my legs as I can no longer move
Covered in black as they are amused
By now the chains have made their way to my waist
My comfort and freedom has been erased
Now down my arms the chains fall
No immunity for me at all
The shackles claps around my wrists
As they pull tight and they start to twist
Only one more to go around my neck
They don't know but now my life is a wreck
I am now a doll with strings attached
My broken heart has pretended to be patched
Every move I make are based on their decisions
Right? Wrong? I wouldn't know all I see is their vision
When I try to run on my own try to break free
Try to find the hidden key
They get mad throw their hands up in the air
I suddenly fall as if they care
Here I lie tied with shackles and bows
Nobody cares for my feelings, no none of those
My parents still watching over me
Still standing and agreeing
Who will help the broken
Who will help the unspoken
I can't wait for the day I'm free
I will no longer be grounded like a tree
But for now I'm locked in chains
Hiding the scars that the pain drains
Waiting for the day I will be free
That's all that matters to me
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In A Dark Place Wrapped In Chains
PoetryThis is a poem I've written. I hope you enjoy it!