Bound

Bound to chains that make 

Not the slightest sound.

I languish in the prison

Of my knowing mind.

These chains, they're made

Of unfulfilled promises.

Contracts of secrets and lies.

And as they say,

A contract is binding.

A promise is forever.

Bound to chains

That keep me from screaming 

The painful secrets

Seared into my mind.

They're suffocatingly tight

So I never speak

Truths that I know,

That everyone knows.

I'm held down with knives

Gleaming all around me.

Bound to chains

That seal me away

From the world.

A glass wall of silence

Separating us always.

I'll never make it out,

Until the world decides

It's okay to talk about it.

Maybe then we'll all

Escape these chains of silence.