I am a dog on a chain.
I wonder how long until I can be free.
I see the butterflies beckoning.
I hear the mocking wind.
I want my chance at freedom.
I am a dog on a chain.
I pretend to be content.
I feel trapped.
I touch a fleeing rabbit, running for its life.
I worry I will die without a chance.
I cry for escapes never made.
I am a dog on a chain.
I understand why I am held back.
I still disagree.
I dream of independence.
I try to make it happen.
I hope I will succeed.
I am a dog on a chain.
I long to be myself.
I am afraid of the outcome.
I fear I’ve been held back too long.
I yearn for freedom.
I only want what’s mine.
I am a dog on a chain.
It's already in here somewhere...
I hate being backed against the wall,
Always defensive,
Never a chance.
Always hoping for forgiveness,
for crimes not committed.
I hate the hand that comes to strike,
Hatred for the look that enters her eyes.
Can't keep myself from doing the same
Showing the same.
Always knowing it's coming,
Never sure quite when to hide.
Why won't she leave me alone?
Why can't I leave,
set out on my own?
Where would I go?
Nowhere am I welcome,
not even in my own home.
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