Child
Chains, keeping me still,
Stopping me from hurting,
As if I will. The chains
Are of my making; I
Brought this upon myself,
Such a shame, I'd always
planned to escape, to live
By the sea. Leave the past,
Leave the guys, leave my
dull life behind. Never worked,
Never will. Now I have to
Stay still. One night, I longed,
For one rebellious act. It was
An accident, a few too many.
A sly suggestion to my brain.
Funny. I'd never been obedient.
Lambs to the slaughter, my dreams,
Were killed, month by month.
Escape. Adventure. Love.
Travel. Romance. Life.
To learn. To save. To conquer.
Less than a year, all gone.
What do I get?
Her screams.
This was written in a column, so the ends of lines matched up neatly with the one before. It doesn't quite work on here!! :/
"If you were me, then I'd be you, and if I were you, I'd hide somewhere faraway..."