The Invisible Chains

You can't see the chains

I'm bound to be doomed.

My feelings, my pain are taking a toll on me,

Keeping me down with a chain around my neck.

I'm sometimes ashamed of what I have become,

"too cruel on yourself", they say, but I know.

Is it supposed to be this hard to grieve?

Grieve the loss of life, dreams, and wishes?

The invisible chains, a devil named "hope," tied me to.

Isn't kind or lovely, and certainly not a gentleman;

It shows its fangs after showing a ray of light.

I can't afford to smile, I'm afraid it'll burn me alive