Freedom

Even when I'm the happiest I've been, Everything is black and white like a 1960's television screen, People hate my presence unless they are nice, They think I'm happy...but I pay a big price, I'm a ling-lasting burden, hatred follows me, People think I'm happy, joyful and carefree, But they are wrong, I'm not that strong, This mound of depression lasts too long. God I wish I had freedom to do what I want, To frolic and jump and run around a mock, But I have no freedom, My mask holds me down, It hooks me to fake happiness, And I feel too much loneliness. I'm my own full nation, I thought I controlled my own laws, But it's decided by the people, That point out my flaws. I want to be free, I want to run, I want to talk, I want to have fun, I wish to reset, And I wish to fly, But my darkest thought is, I just want to die.

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Deb M

Date: 11/9/2022 6:21:00 AM

Wonderful poem Holly really well written. I do hope its fiction though as its a little dark and sad. Debx

Rico Leffanta

Date: 11/4/2022 11:20:00 AM

Why do people feel a need to point out your flaws? Any mirror can do that! What makes a French girl attractive is when she looks in a mirror, she will emphasise her assets rather than cover up the flaws. In any case, the past is history, so focus on making your future an happy one! Aloha!

Toby Mutch
Date: 11/7/2022 10:59:00 PM

This is such a true point I'm so happy you pointed out. No matter what people say, nobody is useless and can always find an amazing purpose for themselves, so thank you and I wish you a beautiful future too.