Am I really this free, and is this even real?
I’ve fought so hard, just to get here…
This mental space, and for this way of expression.
I feel gently alive.
I am gently alive.
I feel fear, fear to even thrive.
Am I this free, was I mistaken –
To live so passionately, so violently?
Am I ever so wrong to rebel?
Am I ever so wrong to live life empathetically and be in good imagination.
I find it disheartening and difficult, how most are so quick to assume and judge.
Not knowing the darkness that I have been through…
I deserve happiness and love, I am just like you.