Chained Poem by Mathew Sutter

You come to my house,
To see if I can play.
You think I can come out,
But you don't see me chained.
No, this chain is invisible,
With satin and silk,
On top of it.
Created by my parents,
To make it all better.
But still,
I am chained.
They make up lies,
To prevent me from doing things,
I really want to do.
And I'm chained.
They say they do this,
Because they love me,
to make me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
But what's the difference?
All I want to do is cry,
Because I'm chained to this floor,
And I can't get up,
Or break free.
They have me chained,
Please, will you save me?