Love Poem: [A collection of untold words]

#11: Liberation

What do you want to be liberated from?

It is where everything seems controlling;

To the crowd feels like an eye watching.

Every steps forward seems like a competition,

All the goodness looks so fake without hesitation.

In the middle of the crowd full of fake people,

I want to be unknown and invisible.

People who likes to dictate my life,

Forcing me to fit into the world I don't belong.

It's pretty tiring to be nice,

When my mind turns grey and black.

With the pitch of blue from the sky,

The only person I see no one but myself.

And as I see those filtered eyes looking so nice;

I feel like I'm in a middle of judgements.

Whether I judge either sides,

Or they're the one judging my life.