These Chains of Mine

These Chains i wear get heavier as the days pass

Each cuffed around my wrists, as if they are there to last

They never seem to rust

Keeping them shiny and new is a must

so maybe, just maybe, somebody will see them...

The crys of pain drown my soul as i realize nobody notices the need of freedom

As days pass, weeks pass, and years pass

Finally.

Something extrodinary happens.

These chains of mine seem to rust and deteriorate

As i slowly break free from the mind numbing pain of once was consuming my body

My chains.

These chains, were invisible to everyone, but me

Today i finally break free

Realizing freedom is a must

Finding myself, all along, was the only thing i ever wanted