What Makes Me Free

All the thoughts,

The thoughts,

The thoughts that pile in my head.

When the hate, anger, and pain from the world come crashing in.

No one listens,

No one cares.

To hear my words just bothers theirs.

Conflict after conflict,

The world goes round and round.

But mine stops,

It stills.

This world can seem like it is too much,

When it gets bottled inside.

I have to let it out.

Let it out.

Let it out.

I scream to anyone who will listen.

I write to anyone who will read.

No longer will I keep what I feel inside.

My words,

My thoughts,

They are what makes me free.

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world


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