Okay seriously I'm going to try this again
New poem, x/10 and constructive criticism needed
Freedom
Freedom is earned
Living through life
Freedom is granted
By suffering and strife
Some people control it
And others have no say
I prefer to keep mine
Locked safely away
My freedom is in a safe
A literal box
Fastened with buckles and snaps
And hundreds of locks
But each day that goes by
A lock breaks, falls off
Every stressful event makes one pop
When people laugh, point, or scoff
I can't quite reach it
Not yet, not today
But someday they'll be gone
All the locks fall away
And then it'll be my choice
My freedom comes in two ways
I could be free in death now
Or live out all of my days
I hope I don't live
But I hope I don't die
Either way, I love freedom
It's hello and goodbye
This is my last attempt to bump this thread from death, if it's still not very active then I won't try again, rate x/10 and give constructive criticism if possible, I'm to claiming to be the best and I want to get better