What To Do?

A Poem by Illumina

What to do when there isn't a choice?
And when there isn't a soul to hear your voice?

And you get blamed for things not your fault,
And even those so close, can understand you not,

No one around me or my loved ones, they aren't to blame,
Yet still there is this burning and breathtaking pain,

Hurtful words said by him, despite his love,
To hurt was never ever in any of his intentions,

But I guess he wouldn't understand,
What it feels like to have tied hands,

I can't make my own choices, if I could,
I'd make him the happiest person, I definitely would,

But then I think about what he said,
And maybe these are after all just excuses I made,

But what am I to do now, my dearest one,
The day I was born, a prisoner I had become,

Forgive me, but I really do love you,
I don't think I can make any excuses when it comes to you,

I really am not able to do anything at all,
I'll work hard and wait till my chains burn and fall,

It's my dream that is barely equal to a weak hope,
I'm barely holding on, with my weak hands, to this rope.