They say I can fly, but they clip my wings,
They hand me choices, yet bind me in strings.
"Not this, not that," their chorus remains,
No matter the path, they tighten the chains.
I speak, they silence—"You talk too much,"
I stay quiet, they scold, "Why not speak up?"
No door is open, no road is mine,
Yet they say, “You're free, take your time.”
I reach for the stars, they pull me down,
Tell me it’s not for a girl in this town.
I bring new ways, new dreams to chase,
They shake their heads, “No, not this place.”
And when the world moves, leaving me still,
They point at others with effortless will.
"See her? She chose, she walked so free,"
But who was it that shackled me?
Now, the echoes remain, the silence screams,
A prisoner of love, lost in broken dreams.
They say I can do whatever I please,
Yet I stand in a cage, without any keys.
About the Creator
Ellie
I write the whispers of the soul—silent battles, untold dreams, and echoes of resilience. Let my words speak what hearts often leave unspoken. If you seek words that echo your heart, welcome to my world.
Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smith4 days ago in Humor
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