Freedom is being captured and kept against your will, scared without hope, and lost without faith. No one coming to rescue, just rotting alone. Forced to work and change everything you are. Betrayed when love is needed the most. There is no one to catch you when you fall, for you are not a person but an object of someone’s game. Cry all you want you will never be free. You will forever be kept from what you strive for and be given what you despise. These words are weeps of one who is un-free. One who is forced to partake of things that do nothing but hurt the inner conscience. Freedom will never be mine. I will forever be trapped inside a board game, where my king has already fallen. So life when lived unhappily never sends instant gratification. As far as I am concerned, there is only happiness in my dreams. Where I am at one with my own reality.







By: Shalee