My thoughts are strangled with chains,
I wish they could escape and run wild,
I only have half a key,
My secrets can only roam around a counselor,
Or around people I feels uncomfortable with,
I only talk openly to one person about my problems,
And she was ripped out of her hands,
My older sister is the influence parents hide their children from,
Yes, She’s made mistakes that haunt her,
But She’s my go to,
She is the distributor of advice,
The best person I know,
And she’s locked away too.