My Quest for Freedom

by Maddy   Feb 5, 2009


Stuck up in such a prison cell,
All four walls, my living Hell.
Fighting for freedom, independence of self,
Adults trying to smolder it, say it's bad health.

Sick of being so young and looked down upon,
Struggling to get out of this town, need to be gone.
Thirsting for a break, holiday of some kind,
My wasted life driving me out of my mind.

Longing to escape, have to be free.
Needing to be nothing more than just me.
My friends and I will run around town, laughing to the stars,
Finally out of these constricting bars.

My quest for freedom will be kept alive,
If I continue to dream, maybe I will survive.
I'll come out of this cell, flying like a dove,
And around me will be everything that I love.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Sylvia

    Maddy, I know it seems like adults try to stop you from gaining independence but in the long run they have your best interest at heart. They have been where you are now and are imparting their "wisdom" to you. I suppose what I am trying to say is not to wish you life away, take each day as it comes and enjoy because before too long, you will be "old and wrinkly" and wondering where your life has gone. The things in your life will build character and make you the person you are destined to be. The events will shape you and you will survive. Good job with this. 5/5

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