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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