Freedom

Silence is something that people cherish, something others hate.
What they don't realuze is that my silence is lost and hurt and broken all at once. Something agonizing and confused. I wish to scream out my hate and my pain, let the tears flow from my soul as they have not done so freely for a while. But my silence comes from pain and hurt, and punished teaching. How am I to speak my mind when no one listens and they hurt me for the truth?

I want to speak and be me, free from the pain and fear.
I want to be loved and cherished by those who want me.

But who am I to know what love is when all I have been shown is the darkness of humanity.

Who am I to know what freedom is when I have been brought down and imprisoned by the very people who should let me free.

How do I know what is wrong and what is right?

How do I know that there is nothing but the darkened hearts of mankind to face?

But is death the only freedom we truly face?

Or is it just another imprisonment we have yet to face?

I have yet to know these answers, for my mind and heart have been poisoned by this tainted world.
But one day I shall arrive to that freedom I so sadly desire.

And one day, we will all have that freedom, each in our own heavens.