My mind is a fog
My heart’s in a cage
I clawed at these chains
It sharpened my fingers
It turned them to blades
But as I clawed and clawed
I finally did it
I
Broke
Through
The
Chains

I broke through the chains
But at what price?
My fingers are blades
I hurt what I touch
My touch is so sharp
It can cut through rock, flesh and blood

These fingers I needed—
My previous defense—
My previous necessity—
What I needed to survive—
It no longer provides me.
It damages my life—
It scares the ones I love—
It prevents me from thriving—
It must go.

But fingers so sharp
Cannot dullen so quick
trying with all my might
Fed by my darkest fears
That I may someday become
Like the person I spite
I deny that fate
Till the day I die
I swear to myself
I will never be
The one who places the chains