The Struggle

What is freedom?

The ability to make your own decisions?

The power to establish your own kingdom?

Having a box of choices to choose from?

What is freedom?

When I feel confined in my own mind?

They say I control my own rights,

But I don't even have a say.

What is freedom?

Every night I pray,

For a better tomorrow.

For a better way of living.

To be quite honest, I am drowning.

In a pit of darkness,

Buried by taxes and debts.

I feel useless.

I feel selfless.

I want to be strong and fearless,

Against a state that oppresses

Instead, I am helpless,

Against my oppressors.

I question my purpose and my existence.

For instance, why am I alive if there is no meaning to this freedom?

What is freedom?

Freedom is just a word.

A word that is an illusion.

Frustration and confusion cloud my thoughts.

I feel sad

I feel dead

I feel lost

I am mad.

If only I could feel this freedom,

Maybe my mind and soul would be free from this kingdom of make-believe.