i should be like a horse running wild in the green fields

this life is like a prison  
i am stuck inside sharp corners  
and i cannot escape  
i want out, i want to live outside
borders, fences, brick walls holding me in  
 
a horse is in a stable  
she can live better than me  
she can breathe, view outside of the edges  
her horses head can look beyond the stable  
if that is what she wishes to do  
because she can, she has a choice  
 
i bet on high horses  
with a strong sense of certainty  
that she who lives in a stable  
lives contentedly  
with her hay under her feet  
fields of green await her every day  
running with freedom  
safe breeze is flowing around her strong aura  
friendly and strong hooves can reach further than i    
surely? a horse has the freedom to be a horse  
 
do i have a freedom of choice ?  
can i be a human living her life the way she's meant to  
it seems the answer to this is no  
they say it is a birth right to be happy  
and free of so much pain  
so is this a lie, pain for all these years  
and you are meant to believe in such a saying  
does life lie? are birth rights even real?  
 
rights, what rights do i have  
when i was abused by the bad  
how can i live my life the way i want to  
some people have more choices  
horses do not have to stay in a stable if they are unhappy  
the owner can let them run wild  
 
sometimes i feel trapped , like i cannot be set free  
from a prison, a life i never asked for  
my caged and sometimes troubled mind  
when i feel less trapped , i've got to say  
i do feel a bit happier  
although this life still restricts me , restricting  
i cannot live my life the way i choose  
because i feel incapable of doing so  
and therefore i am still trapped  
 
living in a prison , i've been pushed into a box  
square life where i struggle to step out  
and live life free from chains and burdens  
a horse is let out of the stable  
and she is allowed  
the beautiful maned creature  
runs through the fields, that is her birth right, right?  
 a horse should never be encaged, mind and environment  
free to live, free to feel  
so the question is , if the horse can run through the fields  
then why can't i?  
 
why am i so often caged, restricted and in a prison  
a box, stuck in the edges of a fixed photo frame  
a strange movie of someone else's choosing  
i never asked to live this way  
i never asked to live in a box  
a sometimes closed off and sealed stable  
with zero light, that is how i felt last night  
and this morning , stuck in a dark and damp hole  
unable to feel the light at all  
 
i wish to always live with light, peace and harmony  
because that is my right, right?  
to be free!, so often this has been denied to me !  
the girl who was born with the supposed basic human rights  
to be free of suffering, to be free of so much pain  
has lived so much of her life , for years, in pain  
so unfair, it is cruel , no wander i have felt punished in this nasty life  
 
and now that i have come to the end of this poem  
the trapped feelings have re-appeared  
and i feel trapped in a box, a bad and ugly one!  
nice to know i have enough rights!  
i think the universe and life has lost the plot  
completely ! to make someone suffer like this  
alright for some, eh, they just have no clue at all  
what its like to live in a place called hell !