The chains, invisible yet suffocating. The blemishes on my pride, my dignity deteriorating. The untold tales, of my misery and struggle. The times I rose, every time you made me stumble. The unshared sobs, the tears I wasted in seclusion. Everything I did, always your decision. You’ll never see, the hurdles I crossed in my life. My other half, but a distant soul. You fail to understand, what is your real role.