Free

A child, I was

Innocent and untainted.

I was free,

Free and ignorant,

Of this corrupted world.

I was happy,

Happy and naïve,

Thinking everyone was kind.

 

Then I grew up,

But I was not normal,

That’s what they said.

I fought back,

And I got hurt.

I was just a sheltered canary,

And when I came out

Of the cage that protected me,

They broke my wings

 

I was the black sheep,

I was abnormal, a misfit.

I was filthy.

I was surrounded by malice and hatred.

Their mockery rang in my ears

I was judged and judged.

I was no longer free.

Shackled by society,

I felt suffocated.

 

I yearned for solace.

I wanted relief,

From this asphyxiation and pain.

I asked for help,

But no one came.

The people I had known,

Turned their backs on me.

 

I couldn’t go on anymore.

I was tired and bleeding,

So, I collapsed into

The warm embrace of Eternal rest.

 And, I was finally free.