"Whats wrong with you?" You ask
With that careless tone in your voice
Just standing there and asking
Like you have no choice

Frown on your face
as you watch my tears fall
I stare at you thinking
Dont you care at all?

"What wrong?!" you ask again
This time with frustration
And i know you're thinking
That im just looking for attention

A thousand reasons
But none you'll understand
So i simply shake my head
And wipe the tears with my hand

You moan and leave the room
Not understanding my pain
But how can i ask you to
If you always think im insane

I know things are different now
After your stroke
But you always treat me
As if im a joke

I want things to be back to normal
For everything to change
Where im your little girl
And just start a new page

Freedom is just a word to me.
Freedom is what I long for!

Sitting on this jail bed
Wishing to escape:
These constant fights
These burglar bars
These lonely nights
and emotional scars

Freedom is just a word to me.
Freedom is what I long for!

Let's escape from this world
Let the skateboards be our guide
Let the music fill our bodies
Let the wind run through our hair
Let us laugh till we have no breath
Let us shout as loud as we want
Let us kiss like there is no tomorrow
Let me hold you and enjoy your company
For we have nothing to lose.

But life is not as easy.
Let me go back to reality
Let me realise that I have no freedom
Let me realise this is not a fairytale

Poetry is not :
Just words that rhyme,
Words for attention
Or words of depression.

Poetry is not :
Only for the dark and deep hearted.
For ones with high vocabularies
Or talent and skill.

But rather for the unspoken.
Who are afraid to be judged
by words of the spoken.

Poetry :
Is a place where words are free