Freedom

Freedom is a concept I think about often.

A concept I don't really understand.

Yes, we have it.

But it often feels like we don't.

How am I supposed to see how free I truly am, when I just feel trapped?

Trapped in a world that claims I'm free.

Trapped in a world that carves me into pieces.

Trapped in a world where I have to smile, have to be "The Little Ball of Sunshine."

I do try to feel free.

But I just feel trapped.

Posted in response to the challenge Emancipation Proclamation.

Black pen writing a novel

Creativity641

VT

14 years old

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