Breaking Loose

I had spent so much of my life telling people the things that they wanted to hear, instead of the things they needed to. Figured that pleasing everybody would further enhance my socialist status, but it was like I hadn't realised that I had squandered it the minute I sugarcoated the first piece of criticism begging to get unleashed.
It felt like a piece of my dignity was imprisoned in my lungs, along with the truth that was due, told myself that I should spit it out because it didn't feel safe in there, but the limitations of the human body kept it in, despite my best efforts.
All I cared about at the moment was being people's positive inner voice, even though it felt like I really needed to figure out being my own, so sometimes... I would just tell them what they wanted to hear, appeasing lies with dishonesty and deception.

But one year, I decided to befriend the truth, and together with it, was able to "Break Loose" from the chains that had grope so tightly around me...