Trapped.
Behind metal bars that have corroded with time.
Even so they remain
un breakable

My mouth,
Tightened with a muzzle.
So no sound can escape from it.
No screams,
No words,
No nothing.

My arms,
wrapped around my body.
Comforted by the soft white fabric of a straight jacket.

Legs,
Bruised from the chains.
The sound of shackles has become nothing but a song to my ears.

As if I was brave enough to escape.
As if I was brave enough to break free.
As if I was brave enough to realize I was the key.