Call Of Freedom

Rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about the boiling anger that threatens to kill you like a fever.

I can ignore it and let it destory me - slowly, painfully- while I live the life of a thousand imprisoned men. I can even wear the mask of happiness they give with one hand while removing lives with the other.

But I refuse to do any of that. From now one, I fight. I protest. I demand.
From now on, I am free.