Freedom

sea urchin, because i'm feeling prickly ...You’re all around, and I can’t breathe
Trapped in this construct — it’s just not me
Claw and scratch my way out of that box
You shove me back in, smile as you slam the top

Be nice, be quiet, and sit still
Perfect words in the right tone of voice
Do all the right things, just what they expect
But don’t think, don’t want … and don’t ever feel

Freedom calls to me
She shows me the things  you won’t see
A love free from the razor’s edge
The things I feel, and my true worth

Sick to death of your careless words
Smile like a fool, like it don’t hurt
It cuts and it tears, this ravenous beast
Gnawing my flesh and chomping my bones

Come find me now, hollow with grief
Tattered perfection, never quite good enough
Striving, always striving, for an impossible dream
Now, fade away — none of it was real

Freedom calls to me
She shows me the things  you won’t see
A love free from the razor’s edge
The things I feel, and my true worth

Tired of being wrong, even when I’m right
Done with pretending it’s all okay
Stuck with a past that’s not part of me
Wanting to fit in, even as I wanted to scream

Don’t need to be less to make you more
Need to breathe my life, let my dreams fly
Not pull it all in and anchor to Earth
Let me go; let me make it all mine

Freedom calls to me
She shows me the things  you won’t see
A love free from the razor’s edge
The things I feel, and my true worth

 

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