Timid-Chains
To my friends that I don't talk to.

Trapped inside these timid-chains,
no fancy words convey my pains.
From sentence, words I do refrain
though, a few good things I have gained.

Of all the things that I have dreamed,
one seems protruding with much gleam.
I sing I shout I spit I scream
I just wanted to say, don't want to be mean.

I still feel you don't know me still,
but I very really hope you will,
before I die, before I'm killed.
Won't run away, won't take no pills.

I don't say much to you my friend,
though on our like it does not depend.
I will struggle on till my life's end,
to break the chains, to kill the trend.