I'm free

In which I have been enslaved by the people before God,
I have been lost in the fact,
I feel no justice,
I don't blame people,
But I blame myself,
For I am the cause to the madness,
Because either I say "yes or no",
I will still be involved to a cause in my name,
That I never even asked for,
Constantly being pushed in others away,
From the anxiety of friendships,
Which turn into pain,
I am sad to say,
I'm a victim to myself,
I trapped myself in a box,
For I hold the key to moving around,
Yet, I feel stuck to the words of other people,
I was never created to be a puppet,
Only to be used by others,
But I was made to move and motivate others,
My love is bigger than myself,
My heart has passion and desires,
My life is not a tool for destruction as it been for years,
My life is meant to go out and explore,
I believe that there is something bigger for me,
Waiting until the day,
I wrap the worse out of mine,
Which is a war against my heart and soul,
This will be the endless battle,
But victory will come when all is together in one,
For he takes the victory this day as I am always with him,
Thank you for blessing me,
I will never forget you,
As you haven't forgotten me.

My Voice

My voice is me,
It is my strong,
It is my forrestest,
It is my soul,
Its what helps people understand me.
But truthfully I am tired of others,
getting the way my voice is designed,
We are all created differently,
For a reason, its our enity,
My voice is many things,
It can be plain to see that I am here with it,
Its apart of me,
A sound that can't be reached,
For my voice is amusing to me,
My voice is treated like the garabage I see everyday out on the streets,
Because its eccentric,
We are living in a world,
That defines ours,
But it not there to speak,
Its only a matter of opinion,
But we can care to not care,
But don't you dare,
Take away the one living thing I have left,
Just because you can find your own voice,
Its your own mess.

Jumbled

These words are stuck in my head,

But I think to fast to write,

On a simple sheet of blank paper,

It is hard to describe,

As each word is a symbol,

To creativity that turns into,

Sloppy writing skills,

I know that the words are coming to me,

But, the nervous I get,

The more my ideas aren't making sense,

I can't explain myself,

I don't understand the looks on others faces,

That even though I can't write it down,

I can't even describe,

So, why even try it,

If all I'm going to do is fail,

As others say,

"She's crazy making up stuff",

Yet, I know what I am talking about,

It's sad to be the underestimated in such a way,

But, I will try harder to show off one day,

They laugh now,

But, they will see,

I will become somebody,

A person who does not get laughed at or teased,

But, for a higher purpose,

They will see.

Joy

It is the endless feeling of happiness,
A feeling that you can't describe,
No amount of pain can break the moment,
We can never understand where is it coming from,
Or how it occurs,
But, to wake up with a smile on your face,
Is never absurd,
It's never too late,
You can feel this one coming a mile away,
If this is you,
And it kind of tells your story,
Remember to smile,
Cause your days aren't over yet.

These people

These people,
The ones who guide us,
The ones that divide us,
The one who tells us our meaning to live,
Being guided one by one,

But, its truly the lies they told us,
Someone telling you are on your own,

Or your not worth the time,

Let us never become the enemy,

But, let us become the friend,

They have a saying,
We shall always forgive
But, never forget,

I can see why this saying may be true,

But, do we have to remember the bad thing people do,

I'm over as it,

And so should you too,

Yes, we can forgive and never have to speak again,

But, being cold and vile,

Just to live again for the style of being evil,

It seem condescending,

If I say so myself,

The lies they told us,

As we grow older,

To be hateful and cruel,

Most, people don't know what you've been through,

But, they honesty could care less,

Living in there bubbled called home,

But, it is truly a hot mess,

We all live in this reality,

Just to crush each others toes,

But, we really turn into one of those. 

Going back

Back then in the day, 

When I didn't care about others feelings,

When I wouldn't even look at you for more than second,

When I didn't even wonder what you were thinking,

When your presence was even that,

Have I grown weakly to care about the mere feelings that could be there,

For why has this grown upon,

A responsibility, I wish not to keep

Even, when others are being nice to be I surely see,

But its not real,

I say because its only out of pity,

A paranoia thing,

I could say to shake the tides of today,

For, no one has ever given me a true chance before until today,

Maybe, that's why I changed suddenly

From the girl I used to be,

To the women I am to be,

Maybe change is different yet good,

But I believe this change is sticking for good,

And no one will dare cross me,

For I have nothing to hold back for the future,

That will be open to me.

A feeling I can't shake

A feeling I can't shalke of being left confused,
For sometimes I know nothing of what I do,
Wither right or wrong.
I will never know how to be complete in weary.
None the less,  it seems to be going correctly.
Just the hope of justice turns unjustly,
People turning on you constantly,
Is it because i'm joyful,
You try to take the joy away,
Or maybe that I am a pain,
Which would kill me deeply to say,
Either way,
With the looks of anger upon your eyes,
You gaze as me like I should die.
Yet, I did nothing to you,
Not a mutter of your name,
Not even an essence of you,
Yet, we play this foolish game,
And even talking about this brings up the refer of who you are,
I shall be ashamed,
For I know better that to play something that will never be done,
I lose because you certainly have won.