Shackled

You suppress me.
I try and find a way out,
but you suppress me.
In a way
that I find myself unable
to distinguish a tie of slavery
and a tie of love.
I must say,
being shackled like this
is repulsive.
For all the good
this is doing to me
you may as well
throw a few wads of cash.
That way
imprisonment
will replace itself
with a cloying freedom.