I had no choice

I still don't

My imaginary hands

Are always tied

At my end there is an island

Others call it a "delta" 

I call it suffocating

I grow bigger

Slowly, over time

I grow dirtier

I get stopped by walls 

Yet nobody notices my pain

Always forced in the same direction

With an involuntary pull

Most are afraid of facing my wrath

When I unleash my worst

They are afraid of being taken by me

By my imaginary hands

That will always be tied

That will never have a choice