What a world, what a world,
This could be.
If I were you,
And you were me.
Looking at others perspectives,
All the while feeling like detectives.
You seeing what I see-
My everlasting wanting to be free.
To be free of the lies,
Where someone wants to die.
To be free of the labels,
And not overdosing on meds under the table.
To be free of the punches,
So I won't end up on crutches.
To be free of those chains,
And not attempting to cut into my veins.
I want to be free so I won't scream,
But so I can have a smile that beams.
-Clove
