I am my dog at times.
She constantly scratches and barks at my door
Waiting for someone to let her out
Waiting to be free.
I wish it was just that easy
To be free.
You wait and wait
For someone or something to free you
Crying out for so long
Scratching at the door
But you feel it will never come
Or you do hear someone coming
Or something comes around
But in the end
You're back inside the same room.
You feel yourself return
Because it's the only place you consider a safe haven
and have nowhere else
So you become content with the room
Even though it is tedious
It is better than continuing
to scratch at the door
And you begin to wonder,
"Am I content?
Is my contentedness my freedom?
Am I finally free?"
But, in reality,
You've just become numb.