Desire to be Free

I feel sad and alone, tired and afraid.
Sometimes I feel like an old maid.
People yell at me twenty-four seven.
Saying, “Without me, there would be no heaven.”

I don’t care for their heavens, wants or desires.
All that they need to be concerned about is this terrible fire
Raging up within my soul, a feeling that is so low.

I have a life, I have a dream.
I can see the sun’s beam
Waiting to shine upon me
Saying, “You are free.”

I want to scream out in rage.
I want to escape this terrible cage.
I want to show the world what I can do
With no one to stop me, hold me down.
No one to say, “No way, no say no how.”

I want to make MY OWN decisions.
I want to run my own courses, make my own collisions,
My own mistakes, and not worry ‘bout these stupid divisions
That separate me from the rest of the world.
I want to be me for who I AM, not for what I’m not.
This is all that I want.

I’m tired of feeling bound up in these ropes
That people wrap around me every time they mope.
I don’t mind helping out problems, I don’t care if you come to me and cry
But don’t tell me stupid lies
That I know aren’t true.
Stop saying, “Look for the cue.”

What cue?!? Life doesn’t have them.
Life DOESN’T care! We’re just it’s whim
We’re it’s actors and actresses, making it laugh as we cry,
“Why oh why me?
Where did I go wrong?  Why does life come with a fee?”

People look at me as if I’m crazy.
Some say I’m even lazy.
Maybe I am crazy, maybe I am lazy, but I know what I want.
And I won’t stop until I have it.  I just know I want to be able to flaunt
For once in my life, just to show things that I do have.
The skills I do own.

I guess this is just a rant.
There’s no point to this little chant.
I just want freedom, and a chance to be me..