Living life all chained up and tied.
She watches other people walk by.
They smile and laugh and on her behalf, all she does is stand by.
                                     They can be themselves and not have to worry about their feelings being put on bookshelves.
They can love who they want and not feel all this haunt.
Religion is the reason why she’s feeling this way.
She knows that it’s okay to be gay.
She knows that it’s normal to feel this way.
She just don’t understand why it seems to affect people everyday.
Being controlled like a video game, society is the one to blame.
“Holding hands with the same *** is wrong”.
“I guess hell is where she belongs.”
More and more slurs being said.
It can be very hard for her to sleep in bed.
All of these thoughts in her head.
Then she realized what other people have said.
“We love you for you.”
“We see your point of view.”
Remembering that set her free from her sadness.
Now she’s standing above the madness.