Glass Chains
I am held down
I do not strike out
I do not act out
I do as I am told
Everyone around me thinks I am quiet
That I do not care that I am deaf and blind
Or there is nothing I could do or would do if they are wrong
That I am forever silent forever without anger or bitterness
But they do not know the truth is that I am held down
By glass chains that bind me they keep me from speaking out
For the consequences of what I would do to those who ager me are forever my scars
But they should remember the chains of glass are my own creation
And as such I can break them any time
So to those who like to torture with words
To poke the tiger in its cage an think it cant get you
Know that is and it will if you poke to hard are push to far
Because when the chains are broken
And their pieces scattered all over the floor
Know that all pieces will reflect red for blood will paint everything
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