Shackles

Never will I make it to your expections. Why do you keep me in your Shackles ? Lock up in this stone room I have no choice but to call home. The dust on the ground and corner are my dish, however so quickly as they go away when winds push it away.

My own tears is the only thing filling my thirst but nothing yet have filling my thirst.

Why do you think I am only good at licking the dirt off of your shoe.

I have many more talent then to be your shoe licker. You have put me down, you told me I would never be anything.

The sad part of it all I believe you.

I sat myself up to fail or to just barely make it.

I can't help but to doubt

My shadowy fear help lock me up in this stone room. I can blame anyone but the truth is its always been me that held me back.

I'm dying but not bleeding.

I'm here but not

I keep doing this to myself..

Others will try to give me advice, but tell me what good will it do me if I cannot understand. Is there any hope for me? Will I ever break free of my chains.