Chains chained
On my arms, legs, everywhere
There holding me down
I want to go but I am chained
I want to see but I am  chained
I want to be but I am  chained
I can’t be me because I am chained

What is there purpose
What are they for
Every moment every second there are some more

I can feel the weight
They sometimes drag me down
I usually can keep a smile but sometimes I have to frown

Where did they come from
Why are they on me
How many chains are there going to be

All of these chains have been made by my peers
They  judge us too harshly on how we appear

“She’s so ugly ”
“She’s so fat ”
“You actually like that annoying brat”

These are the words that chain me down
They have no good in them, only to make me frown 
So please think before you speak because,
one small word can have a huge effect on me

I am not the only one with chains
Many of yours still remain
Everyone has them because of how others act
They can be broken if we are kind and that is a fact

I have added to others chains
By saying mean things it only brings pain
I am not proud of this, I want to do it no more
I feel deep sorrow in my heart, right down to the core