These chains hold me back.

They wrap around me constricting me of any movement,

but what’s worse are the ones around my throat.

Disabling the words and screams echoing in my head

their right to release into the world.

Bound effortlessly by society and its standards,

and as the tears fall down my cheek

the struggle remains real.

Held down by the accumulated debt and high living costs.

Forever remaining prisoner in a free world

that is not so free.

These chains hold me back,

and I remain prisoner as there is no such thing

as freedom here.

 

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