“Freedom: the quality or state of being free: such as
: the absence of necessity, coercion, or constraint in choice or action
: liberation from slavery or restraint or from the power of another”
I thought I knew what freedom was with you; instead, you gave me rules upon rules to follow through
You told me you believed in me, now I know that as just a lie.
Something you could keep saying so I wouldn’t cry.
All I ever wanted was to be the woman you wanted me to be, and sadly I disappointed you and watched myself bleed.
I couldn’t recognize myself anymore, so I tried to walk out the door, but you wouldn’t let me.
You begged for me to stay; all I could do was pray. I just wanted to be free.
Free from the nightmare you made my life. All I felt was sadness and strife.
The depression was a bitch, she hit harder than you ever did.
I watched myself deteriorate because of your anger, as you just hid.
Hid behind your masks, the ones so charismatic no one would ever ask.
Ask about why they never saw us, or heard from us.
They all eventually stopped asking about how we were doing.
No one knew the end was coming.
I felt it in my core, after the first time you called me a “whore”
That we would never make it to the end, because of your lack of amends.
Now, I sit and breathe peacefully, everyday gratefully.
Letting go of what “could’ve been,” and instead free to feel like me again.
Now I know what freedom is because of you.
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