Poem: Chains

Chains

The chains protect me,

Yet I thrash against them.

The freedom can hurt me,

But still, 

I want it anyway.

The cage, it stops me,

From flying high and far.

From being what I

Want to be.

Have to be.

No chains to ground me,

I fly high, too high.

And I drop, farther than

I could ever fly.

I am lost.

No wall has blocked me,

No cuffs have bound me.

Freedom.

It's made me

into something

I never wanted to be.