Chains of sin

Shackled by my own mind , but a mind which does not feel as though my own. Why; i ask, that a head upon shoulders i know belonging to me, can i not control . The power of will, others do believe i lack,yet my inundation of uncertainty builds.How could a reason or bold excuse such as that, compare or compete with my seeping heart black. I fear these cuffs of sin hold indestructible superiority , and bare no key to unclasp. Although Presenting resiliency and strength toward so many aspects in my life lived already, I'm loosing balance and the future seems unsteady