Unlike everyone else,
who seem so bruised,
I am not fractured or,
shredded, bleeding or abused...
I just cannot seem to find,
exactly where the rest,
of me went...

What is freedom?
...that we have forgotten,
...or that which we have never known?

What is freedom?
...do we live our dreams,
...do we gladly retire a say in our lives?

I miss the times I remember,
of true friendship...
when loyalty and strength...
where never paid for.

You're actions define...my nature.

I cannot pretend you'll ever find worse..
it's just what I am...
sorry.