bound by chains invisible to the eye

psychological torment, a misunderstood subject

breaking people apart yet building their every action

like a personality made up of unseen blocks

a mental capacity that can’t hold anything more, it’s so full of junk

junk made up of ropes holding people back from going about life

where’s the thrill? the joy? the fun?

it doesn’t exist if your mind hasn’t been outrun

break my chains, let me free

please let me be released

please let me live without anxiety

but no, not today

you must endure the everlasting suffering before you break the chains