Chains

To chase the smiles of others' whims,

Is to let your own light grow dim.

A life confined by their decree,

Is not a life that's truly free.

For happiness, a fragile thing,

No burden for another's wings.

Those who demand your sacrifice,

Trade love for chains, a heavy price.

Stand firm against the guilt they weave,

Your heart's desires, yours to believe.

A choice for self, though it may sting,

Is where the soul begins to sing.

Let not their sorrow tether you,

To paths where joy cannot break through.

For those who love you, love you whole—

Not as a pawn, but as a soul.