Freedom doesn’t mean
Always getting your way;
It’s not just the game,
It’s the way you play
For which you will be judged.

Your freedom ends when
You impose upon mine~
When you push through the door,
And cross the line~
And I will not budge.

The fact remains that
Your nonage is on display:
You jump and shout
When you don’t get your way,
Like a child.

Those around you
Tell you your ways are true
Because they only want
What they can get from you.
You are reviled.

~Keep Walking


About ~Drew

I am a survivor of childhood torture. Each day, I put one foot in front of the other, moving forward. To do any less would spell my own destruction. My music/poetry/prose deal with the devastating effect of this kind of abuse on a human being: me. My experiences/thoughts/ideas/misconceptions are exposed here for all to see. Here. I am lain bare, naked, hidden only be the cloak of anonymity.
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