Sometimes I dream of a world.
Somewhere I can be free.
Disregarding the freedom of my rights.
But I am actually free.
Free from terror and anguish.
Free from guilt and sorrow.
I dream of a world,
A place where I can simply be me.
Not someone I've been trying to be,
Or the person I'm suppose to be.
Just me.
A place free of wary.
I don't have to be nervous,
Not about making decisions.
Choosing wrong.
Being right.
Making someone mad.
Pleasing someone else.No,
None of that matters.
There isn't wrong,
Because there will never be a right.
Perfection is impossible.
Happiness is achievable.
A world like no other.
Maybe I wouldn't have to be alone.
I don't wish for that at all.
But people would be united.
Without anger.
Without judgment.But when I open my eyes it disappears.
My world is a dream.
I'm afraid again.
Afraid to wake up and face this world.
Or to be alone,
Because of judgement.
Afraid to be lost,
Because of anger.
It's not the world I chose.
This is the world I was assigned to.
Assigned to make a change.
Maybe one day,
I can make it the world I dreamed of.