Freedom Poem by Vampire Lakota

You say this freedom,
I can do what I want.
Then why do you yell when
I don't do what you want?

This isn't freedom,
I can't do what I please.
You say it's for the best,
I say your lying.

I grab my stuff,
Walk out the door.
Jump in his truck.
Gas pedal going to the floor.

You can't stop my,
This is my freedom.
I finally broke your bars,
On this life I call prison.

Now I am free,
As I always wanted to be.