Danger in Choice

People say crazy things

But often fiction in so much stranger than our reality

In my totality I am drifting

Free from the confines of expectation

Sweet, bitter bitchings keep me grounded

I am so free it creates a make shift prison

I am paralyzed by choices of my own making

I so greatly wish to be someone else

But I am already so many things to too many people

True freedom is comfort in what you are told

Respect what you can’t expect

Because fiction seems dull in comparison to my reality