Sometimes I dream of a world.
Somewhere I can be free.
Disregarding the freedom of my rights.
But I am actually free.
Free from terror and anguish.
Free from guilt and sorrow.
I dream of a world,
A place where I can simply be me.
Not someone I've been trying to be,
Or the person I'm suppose to be.
Just me.
A place free of wary.
I don't have to be nervous,
Not about making decisions.
Choosing wrong.
Being right.
Making someone mad.
Pleasing someone else.
No,
None of that matters.
There isn't wrong,
Because there will never be a right.
Perfection is impossible.
Happiness is achievable.
A world like no other.
Maybe I wouldn't have to be alone.
I don't wish for that at all.
But people would be united.
Without anger.
Without judgment.
But when I open my eyes it disappears.
My world is a dream.
I'm afraid again.
Afraid to wake up and face this world.
Or to be alone,
Because of judgement.
Afraid to be lost,
Because of anger.
It's not the world I chose.
This is the world I was assigned to.
Assigned to make a change.
Maybe one day,
I can make it the world I dreamed of.