ourselves
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Freedom is not a word,
Is is not an emotional state.
It is a beautiful bird that cannot be caged.
There are many that will try to take it away.
They will burn it, humiliate it--and they'll even make it cry.
Where does Sun’s light touch the distant horizon; a place of peace and faith
Where then does Moon’s face shine, when she still hides other side in shame
From our view the moon goes into secrecy almost every month;
it simply makes itself invisible to or eyes,
but it always comes back;
the moon aways ends its secret ventures.
Maybe we are sometimes like the moon,
Facades, masks, disguises,
we live in a world filled with lies.
All the fibs we tell,
we are never truly ourselves.
Conformity,
the rules set by society,
