Locks and Chains

It may be locked, but I still see it bleeding.
It seeps through your veins, never receding.

It may be chained, but I still hear it palpitating
Beat after beat.
Loud agonizing beats.

It may be hidden, but I still feel it breaking
Like fragile glass as it hits the floor,
But you stitch it back together as if
It were normal for it to be tattered and torn.

Even if you act like it isn't,
I know it’s there.
Beneath the surface
And behind the delusion.

So step out of your fairytale
And your senseless dreaming.
Notice the pain, the breaking, the beating
And listen to it.