Everyone says to keep your chin up,
that life gets better,
just hold on:
But how can you keep your chin up
when everyone around you,
Keeps shoving it down?
And when does life get better
if you're stuck on a merry-go-round of pain?
And how can you hold on
when you have nothing to hold to?
Where is my better tomorrow,
and why can't it come today?
Where is my freedom
from this prison I call my home?
When will I finally be free?
Free from the words you said:
that are forever playing in my head.
Free from this life of hurt and silence:
where we never say what's on our minds.
When will I be free?
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I have two others along the same lines... but this onevis my fav :)

Wow, another really good poem, you have a talent. :)

Thank you :)

@sammy an another.