Standing before the mirror I see myself
My reflection, with the same physique
Yet totally different
I wonder who she is, what's her like and dislikes

The familiarity a comfort, yet distressing
Knowing what I want but doing what they want just to please them
Feeling constrained and suffocated
I ask myself if this is how it's always going to be

Going to sleep every night
I despair at the thought of it being my last.....the fear that I haven't lived but merely existed
I closed my eyes and saw myself free

Free to sing
Free to dance
Free to write
Free to love
Free to fly as high as I want

The pictures playing in my head a temptation and motivation to fight for my voice
Opening my eyes, I look around, realizing the hopelessness of it all as I was still bound by this shackles

But I smiled, knowing that if I could see it in my head I could bring it to life
The question is, when will I break free?
A question only I could answer

Though no answer was coming forth
I knew I was in for the fight of my life
But whatever I need to do to be free is worth my freedom.
© Simmy