Where Is My Freedom


in my world there’s no crowd,
asking myself if i’m aloud to be proud.
destined to my silence,
i find peace in my absence.
how absurd to recognize my loneliness, 
taunting me behind my abrasiveness.
wishing i could try to change,
often finding myself prearranged.
i have now become my greatest fear,
a woman who’s afraid of her own mirror.
trapping myself in some sense of comfort,
not that i didn’t put forth an effort.
struggling to find my liberation,
first i’ll have to accept my creation.


  • Author: millkenzi (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 21st, 2018 01:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: apologies, this is my first attempt to rhyme. it’s not excellent but i needed an outlet, thanks.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 39
  • Users favorite of this poem: JasmineTheFlower, heartbreak.
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  • orchidee

    Good write as a poem M. It may be difficult. Try looking in that mirror and saying 'I like you', and even 'I love you', and similar nice things!

  • JasmineTheFlower

    Wow, this in my opinion, is absolutely amazing.

  • MLHnow

    Wonderful self reflection insights that make me look inward and away from outer mirrors! Rhyme builds your story well

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