Free

You were young and full of giggles with music inspired wiggles

You could be yourself around anyone else

You were older and ever so much colder

Winter had come and gone

Yet you still hadn't moved on

They shamed you full on blamed you

For your free spirit

Thought, a Sunday school lesson could cure it But it didn't help Instead you put yourself upon a shelf

Locked up behind the winter felts

Brought it back down when others weren't around

Dreamed big only to be shot down

You grew too big for the shelf realized this couldn't be good for your health

Released the beast

Who went to a feast and plotted revenge for those who kept you behind lock and hinge

You realized revenge wouldn't mend but only defend the actions of those who opposed a side that has all yet but died

Finally, you nurse yourself back to health bust the hinge break down that shelf that you once put yourself  on for others to cling to a you that they created basically fabricated.

A girl who once laughed to the beat of her favorite soundtrack before the music was gone and you were left with absolutely nothing to hold on but a fake self and a fear of the girl who pretended for everyone else She's now free a so much better me The one she was before she stepped onto the shelf to hide from her true self.

This poem is about: 
Me

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