Bound and Bitter

A rondeau

(Photo By Rasa Kasparaviciene on Unsplash)

What hope have I, obliged to try

to harness happiness in life-

“What selfish thoughts!” they scoff at me

as they carry on thoughtlessly

can’t they see heaviness I hide?

So I dance around and disguise

the agony that grows inside

why must I be the one to grieve?

What hope have I?

I feel this is the cruelest crime-

to constantly be forced to fight

when I only want to be freed

and if this is being alive

what hope have I?