I'm stranded but all in freedom
Like my world is in a dome
Like I thought I was free
Just because I step out of home
But when I looked beyond
I see everything was an illusion
I thought I was given choices
But I was never to make decisions
Life has been scripted for me
Everything is controlled
I'm not the pilot of my flight
I feel like I actually sold my soul
I scream to be freed
But my image is of rebellion
I pen down my pain and anger
But everyone sees it as entertainment
They'll never know how it is
To live this life I live
They can barely understand it
Can't taste it from the air we breathe
That's why I'm so bitter in life
I said 25 years is to long for me
They thought I was talking about life
Nah, I was talking about captivity
2017
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