These ChainsA Poem by Nightingale SilvaA poem about having social anxiety, from the sufferer's point of view.
"What am I doing here?" - A question I oft ask myself.
What is our purpose? What is our meaning? A vast world I find myself in, Forever growing, forever changing... I always find myself losing focus, forever rearranging. I sit back and I watch As everyone lives freely around me. I could do the same, But these chains, they shackle me. I sit, I watch, I listen, I learn. People are a curious bunch, They scare me, yet intrigue me. They always leave me with a hunch. Sometimes I wish I could be like them, Wander around freely and feel free like them. But these chains, they shackle me, When all I want to be is free! But these chains, they shackle me... Keep me from being who I want to be... Keep me from seeing all I want to see... Keeping me locked away for all eternity. © 2014 Nightingale SilvaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorNightingale SilvaCorpus Christi, TXAboutI am a poet, creative writer, and freelance journalist. I have been writing since I can remember. I work for several websites, doing gaming journalism for GamingPrecision and UnboundGamer. Also write .. more..Writing
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