Freedom from the illusion

Freedom!

I scream for it,

a desperate cry against the expectations that binds me.

I’m suffocated by the facade of relationships,

the hollow cackle of deceitful souls.
 

I am enraged!

Fuming at the system that seeks to define me,

at the degradation that clings to my skin

like an unwanted shadow,

a constant reminder of my insignificance.
 

I’m weary of pursuing aspirations

that crumble to dust in my grasp,

unattainable visions that lead me

to the edge of despair.

I yearn to exist without ambition,

to dissolve into a crowd

where my identity vanishes,

where I’m a specter,

unseen, unrecognized,

lost in a realm that remains indifferent.
 

I long to flee this cursed present,

to leap into a tomorrow

that remains a cruel illusion,

where no one acknowledges my presence,

no one cares,

no one trails my footsteps

or feels the pain of my sorrow.
 

I am drained—

exhausted from the humiliation

that gnaws at my core,

tired of everything I once held dear,

weary from dreaming

only to fall and fall again.
 

In this furious pursuit of liberation,

I don’t merely wish to vanish;

I seek to obliterate the chains,

to shatter the delusions,

to discover a place where I can breathe,

where I can be whole,

untethered from the past,

and finally reclaim my reality

with a fury that cannot be contained.

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