We are born to chains,

we are born to pain,

to a world made of hate

we spend our days.

tied to things,

that if we leave,

we hurt others.

Tied to things,

that hold us dear

tied to things,

that want us near,

they tell me its a phase

but for all my years

it hasnt gone away

my need to not be needed

my need to live alone

the need to see people

see them, but keep them out

my haven is the city

so divided but secure

so full of thriving danger

too bad i am a girl

my mother always tells me

never go out alone

but what she doesnt know

will always be my own

I talk louder to be heard

but my heart is silent

when outside i am boisterous

inside i am a cloud

my heart digusted

with my face

my heart disgusted

with the game I play

how I wish

to know a way

to be myself

and not cause others pain.