Society (Thought / Sad) Poem by Poet of the River

How can I smile, and speak as tho I am free,
When society raps its chains around me?
The struggle and the strain...
Are sadly all in vane,
for one cannot change the past.
The past is gone, and the present is here,
But with the tape of silence upon my mouth
and the hands of denial over my ears,
i wonder how long the nightmare is to last...
As my hands tremble over the unwritten book of fear,
and the quill has all but combusted,
The truth behind closed doors
of the ones whom cannot be trusted.