A BALL AND CHAIN

A BALL AND CHAIN

It's always the same, the same look, same stare

Saying nothing like you don't care

So why do you come? why appear?

If you don't want to know or want me near

You stand there in defiance 

Close enough but surely there's always that distance 

Looks to me you’re the one with the troubled mind

With an aura of arrogance but you will find

It's not me you're trying to haunt

But your own self for your all your stubbornness you flaunt 

For your pride has become a ball and chain

Your hurt and haunted and you've only yourself to blame

MAB © 

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