Freedom

Freedom,
My liberation,
Rests in the fate of one,
Yet everybody at the same time,
If you could,
Would you set me free?
To be who I am,
Without judgment,
Without stares of hate,
That bore down to my soul,
And fester in the bottomless pit,
That is my inner being,
Could you let me go?
So I could be me.
So that I may at last have freedom.
Society I plead with you,
To let me be free.
To be who I am.
To let all be loved,
And let all love in return.




Midnight Writer