The Breaking Chain

The ball and chain around me.
Confiding me tight.
Hiding the real me,
Containing my fight.

I wish I could be free.
And worry with no care.
Do what I wish to do.
As if you weren't there.

Most of you judge me.
For my life choice.
You have no right,
This is my voice.

I'm sick of being held down.
With everyone's stare's.
This hurt's me more,
Than I can bare.

Why can't I be me.
And not your little fake.
I think that it is time.
For my shell to break.

Burst open to the world.
With flying colors.
And not give a care,
Of ignorant others.

Just so you know,
I don't think I care.
Of what you say,
While I'm not there.

I'm gay,
Yep that's me.
Here for all,
Of you to see.