I call upon ye to uncage me 
Let loose these fetters inflaming mine wrists 
 

The soft, tender skin besmirched by thy chains
 

Gaps for air in this woeful mist. 

A thirst for my self endures 
For who I am, who I could be 
 

The unsatiated thirst yet mocks at me
Why have me bound by thy silly chains?

Perhaps, we're alike, thee and I
Perhaps, thou judged in haste, as is our vice 
 

Yet thou has't me pulled by thy strings 
Of unsought, presumptuous spite, of ill will 

If this burden chooses not to forsake me
I shall merely tread forth, bless thy chains
 

Yet I wouldn't hold spite for all this pain
We aren't all that alike, thee and I.

~Raveena Kataria~