Free
What does it feel like,
to be free,
when you surrounded by others,
insecurities?
Every person needing
to live up to others
wanting expectations?
When given life,
should we make it worthwhile
to ourselves?
why do we have to care
on what others thinks of us?
why can't we be outselves
without consequence?
But that's what the world
has limited us to become
and we follow
nit for the sake of want
but for a reason to live.
This way if living,
seemes indecent to me.
This poem is about:
Our world