Chains and childhood

The chains are tight around my wrists,
As the blood begins to fall.

The Anger i have inside of me,
No one cares at all.

A little girl they see me as,
But inside i am strong.

People say I'm weak and careless,
I know that they are wrong.

I was forced to grow up fast,
My childhoods in chains.

I missed the things that most kids did,
Tricked by empty claims.

My childhood is dieing fast,
And little did i see.

Its time for me to be the kid,
I always wanted to be.