Am I Free

There is an echo inside of me.

Butterflies trapped inside with me were trying to flee.

Confusion has me surrounded, and now it's all that I see.

Am I free?

Back and forth, with extreme consistency.

Tick then tock, the echo inflicting doom so persistently.

Thoughts are conformed into delusion; I can't take responsibility.

Am I free?

Look a little closer, is this just another form of slavery?

No whips, or chains, it’s all being a part of this society.

This isn't what one had hoped to be.

Am I free?

Willing to love yet not love so willingly.

Living life and going through the motions so seamlessly.

Separate from self this feels very slithery.

 Am I free?

Walk This Way, talk this way, group think mentality.

 Living like this is in essence insanity.

Blind to the truth of myself, this is sad it’s a casualty.

Am I free?

 Oh, please oh please, just let me be, how I was created originally.

Before the lies, the indoctrination, and being programmed by TV.

Am I free?

Free to know the truth and really understand.

Free to know how all of this began.

Free from all the fear of living without knowing who I am.

  I just want to be free, am I free?