Breaking these Chains Called Oppression
It's been a long time, I should be free
Odd to see the weight of strife hanging over my head
Carrying the within the legacy of the previous with me
The thought pulsate through my mind as I rest in bed.
Unbearable be the name of how I have become trapped
My surroundings shrink leaving me in a pool of solitude
In my confinement the echoes of those that clapped
To rid the world of that insolence called attitude.
Yet there was one.
Tell me how he died? Tell me how he lived?
Wherever I walk I can feel the shackles tied to my hands
They've been there since birth and rust as time moves on
Maybe I was naive and negated myself from something I didn't understand
This burden of being nothing harbors with me as I am always alone.
Where has the light gone, no one seems to care.
Efforts diminish before my eyes drifting into the afternoon's sky
This life is beginning to dwindle away as I continue to grasp for air.
If only I had more time...time to ask why.
I looked in the mirror the other day and I saw something unlike me
What I was looking at was really who I am
There was a shadow in the mirage image essentially what could it be
Harboring this thick dark presence symbolic of my suppressions' jam.
These people, these places, they torment who I strive to be.
I was never given a choice it was always placed before my eyes
Never once given the chance to just flat out rest upon me.
Blinded by fear, so dark, I cringe and seem to flood with tears.
Who am I kidding to say I really am that kind entity
I live to influence others and to know I've done something in their lives
This impact leaves a scar that will not fade so easily in there memory
From my reason to live alone is how I continue to thrive.