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.
Copyright © Toby Mutch | Year Posted 2022
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