Outside, I seem happy,
Carefree and so cheery.
But inside I am trapped,
Dismayed and quite dreary.
I am a caged animal,
Without any freewill.
The things others can do,
To do it, I would kill,
With each bitter day,
The shackles grow more.
My master whips at me,
Oh! It is so sore.
The burden I cannot stand!
It aches to exist!
The shackles grow more!
Upon my poor wrist!
I cannot get out!
I am bound by my strings!
I scream in great pain!
For my soul greatly stings!
Nowhere to go!
Only darkness around.
Nobody to talk to,
Not even a sound.
My master laughs with evil.
It strikes my soul with fear!
He whips me with his chains.
Ail in my eye-a tear.
But little does he know,
I will get revenge.
My soul torn and battered
For it, I shall avenge…
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