Imprisoned

A rough poem I wrote late at night.

When I’m there I’m chained down

When I leave the guilt ways on me

Was I different before

Could I say I’m stronger now

Or weaker when there gone

Are they a crutch or a hindrance?

The safest feeling, I get is when the world stand still

But as soon as the world keeps turning I’m vulnerable

Was I always this afraid when I was alone

Can I be me with it

Am I someone else

Should I run

And let you follow

Or should I leave

How do I know where to go

Ill just chase those moments

Security, happiness, stability

But what about freedom