Freedom is defined as the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants. Also as the state of not being imprisoned or enslaved.
Keeping these definitions in mind, are any of us really free?
Sometimes I wish to be more free.
From the restraints placed on me by everybody.
They tell me they love me for me, but thats all a lie, because how can you really love me if you’ve never even met me?
Only your version of me,
Of who you wish I could be.
I’m not perfect, nor do I wish to be.
So may I be perfectly imperfect, and who I want to be?
Suffocating…
I feel like I’m suffocating.
S.C.
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