My Tortured Soul

Short are the chains that bind me here But strong and cruel to cause me fear I tremble as the whip draws near But nay my spirit shall not be moved For in the way of life I've grooved A path for myself to walk tho crude It is my path and it defines me It helps me walk true oér the frenzied sea That we call life now i can be Unwavering as the whip toward me falls As these chains hold me i will not call Out for mercy No! for i will my all Give to be myself and though i bend And my brain says surrender my heart wont give in For my spirit is strong and i will win! i wrote this poem last school year and entered it into a contest on a site that turns out to be a scam. i would like an honest opinion so im counting on you all. Thanx alot