Locks and Chains

The lock is protected by extra chains,

barbed wire weaved throughout.

I feel it's better not to say a word,

though my screams could stop the pain.

Sometimes it feels like I'm the only one who could say what needs to be said,

Other times it feels like it would start a war.

Nothing feels right anymore, we aren't a family.

No one wants to be around each other, spend time together,

Everyone has something to say about partners of others.

The atmosphere is chilly, despite the heat; there are too many things I can't say aloud.

I'll keep the lock, chains, and barbed upon my mouth.