Stockholm- acrostic

S uch anger at first, such terror and chills
T hat someone should take us agaist our wills
O ver and over our minds, they race
C an we find a way to escape this place?
K ept for so long, we slowly shift our view
H ave we been mistaken to fear them as we do?
O ver time we see where our loyalty should lie
L et us do as they ask, whether we live or die...
M isery and hate become a fierce love