My heart bleeds out
as I gasp for air.
I'm emotionally crippled,
and manipulated into staying still.
My soul cries out in agony.
Can't you see what you've done?
To live your life in a bubble,
to hit repeat day after day,
sends a signal to my antenna,
that this isn't right for me.
I can no longer deny my desire to live free.
I am me.
Free spirited,
soul tormented,
independently optimistic,
but most importantly love lorn.
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