the chains you shackled around my ankles,
why’d you always insist they were ribbons?
like I was your neatly wrapped present
a beautiful surprise entangled with worth
awaiting to be eagerly torn open by a feverish child
but why didn’t anyone warn the child
i wasn’t what they wanted
that the evil that wrapped me
really trapped me
in a cage built of empty promises
insisting that these chains would bring beauty
it just took some pain
now the child sits next to me
and has somehow wound up chained
all because
you insisted
they were
ribbons.
pretty.
delicate.
ribbons.
-your fallacies have defeated me