Locked and chained behind your eyes

Imprisoned by your own fear

What’s there to be scared of, people say

Everything

Threat every way you turn

Beset by those more powerful

People love to strike out

The best defence is a good offence

And on the bottom of the rung

There is nowhere to run

Except inside, behind your eyes

They stand without

Shouting and railing

Each one safely incarcerated

Behind their eyes