Freedom from Another Self

[anotherversionofthyself28]

Craving for Home

I want to go home just for my freedom but I’m stuck in this toxic environment where I’m in unable to be me...

Living in a place that restricts what im allowed to do while im constantly trying to be “fixed”. No, your not gonna change me, im okay as I am. Sure, its not the “Correct” qualities people desire for the public and their ideals but I dont care.

I constantly fight just to be myself, to be able to learn from my experience but they keep cutting my wings of freedom because I got involved in the “undesirables”...

Not able to grow and learn from mistakes and must always take the “high” path but its just idiocy. their Ideals blind them from growing, limiting your potential to be something better. Whether you choose to be better or not is for the person or entity to decide, not others. otherwise, your just a tool or slave, to serve others benefits and intentions....

Ill fight till the end.

[anotherversionofthyself28]

Trying to be me

Hey there,

gonna use this to express myself when I dont really enjoy who I am or allowed to be who i want to be...

Im still trying to find myself but its hard when everyone forces there own views onto yourself and claim that in order to be rehabilitated, you must allow yourself to be guided but they claim that you need to be a slave to others and God....

Am I not good enough? Can i not be me? told to be a defect, and i repeat the words but then be told I shouldnt say that and im not that but all I do is repeat the words im being told,

Its not me and never me. Unable to really know who I am. Ive probably seperated myself so many times that I just cant exist by myself, projecting myself as many other selfs to function.

Being told and punished for expressing myself, when they themselves are hypocrytes and only want to be higher than others while I stay, unable to defend myself or looking like the villain for having to defend myself. too judgemental, too sensitive, egotistical....

unable to be me, while the anger within causes my body to tremble and fracture at theconstant lashing of words and eyes. creating a wall between us while I try and protect the innocence within.

sigh....I really hope you grow up strong and gentle, a shiny hope into dreams of wonder and laughter.

wonder all around. ..shine all you want, sweet innocence.