Ball and Chain

There's nowhere to turn, nowhere to go.
The rage inside is bound to overflow.
No one can see how much pain I'm in,
How I cut myself over the demons again.
It's killing me to push you all away,
But I can't talk to anyone, I keep my feelings at bay.
If I told, it would only make you sad,
To think of the less-than-perfect life I've had.
Besides, this secret is mine, why should I tell?
You think you know me so well.
If you only knew how I've gotten pretty good
At hiding things I never should.
All I am now is secrets, hurt, and pain
And the razor is my ball and chain.

February 2003