The Chains

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That contain my mood,

We're beginning to shake.

The frustration around me,

Filled me with rage.

"I don't understand"

I repeated more than once.

I was screaming it in my head.

But I kept my front.

My smile was big,

Fooling them all,

"Have a good day!".

I must say,

I tried, and tried, and tried some more.

But whatever it was,

Within that statement,

Just made me more...

"I don't know"

I said.

My chains we're about to break.

With the strangest look about my face,

I ran out.

In attempts to get far away,

"I don't understand"

And I still don't to this day.

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