The Invisible Chains

You can't see the chains I'm bound to be doomed. My feelings, my pain are taking a toll on me, Keeping me down with a chain around my neck. I'm sometimes ashamed of what I have become, "too cruel on yourself", they say, but I know. Is it supposed to be this hard to grieve? Grieve the loss of life, dreams, and wishes? The invisible chains, a devil named "hope," tied me to. Isn't kind or lovely, and certainly not a gentleman; It shows its fangs after showing a ray of light. I can't afford to smile, I'm afraid it'll burn me alive