I am controlled.

In a land that is said to be “Free.”

It’s said that one has the freedom of speech,

Yet it is taken away so easily.

I am a prisoner,

To my thoughts;

To my feelings.

It’s sickening.

I want to be free.

I need to be free.

Like a bird, a fish,

Or even a bumble bee.

I will flap my wings,

Far, far away,

From this land I call home,

To where I can truly, freely roam.