A Poem by Chelsea

Everyone has different views.
Everyone has different morals.
So who is to say whats right and whats wrong?
Who's to tell others how to live their life.
The world is a fucked up place.
We're all suppose to live free.
Live equal lives.
There is no freedom in this world.
No freedom at all.
We're all trapped by societies expectations and limitations

© 2012 Chelsea

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Let me know what you think please :)

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A poem with this title, I had to read - and I was not surprised to find something I can easily agree with. The only freedom one really has, is the freedom to scream and scratch one's nails against the walls inside the box we're all contained in. Ironically, the stronger your desire for freedom, the smaller the box will seem. I suppose if you're content with what you have, you might not even venture outside your comfort zone and discover said walls.

Posted 8 Years Ago

Wow, that is so true. No one is truly free. This was a great write.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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Added on May 22, 2012
Last Updated on May 22, 2012
Tags: Society, World, Freedom, Limitations



Rochester, NY

I'm Chelsea. Seventeen. I love writing whatever comes to mind. Hopefully someone will enjoy what I have to say. more..

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