Freedom?

Freedom is cruel.

She only comes when our throats have been scraped from screaming so loud

and when our feet have been bruised from ruuning so fast.

Freedom may seem so beautiful and bright,

but she'll only stay if we hold on tight.

Freedom brings comfort to situations damp and cold,

but she'll slyly slip away for things your scared to announce.

And so,

we will never truley be free,

never from ourselves.