I tore my way from chains
Out of a room enveloped in fear.
Only since then,
You've placed weights on my shoulders,
The chains held me,
The weights strain every movement
Pull and tear my limbs.
Pride has gripped your skin
Rearing it's nasty head.
Dissolved in your mind,
A mind devoid of warmth left before me.
I went to you for comfort,
And came back pleading for help.
The tears on my skin bear no meaning,
Only an absent minded comfort.
Material items
The only communication you know.
Drawn over my head and pulled taught,
Held onto your tongue as a way of punishment.
Obscuring the view of children, left in your wake.
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