l Will Survive

Where is the freedom l was promised at birth

Promised might be a strong word but that's how l feel

Feelings can be wrong at times

But since I am writing, they might be right

Something within me wants more than just an okay life

It won't keep quiet until l feed it with who knows what

I don't even know what it is

Neither do I know what it feeds on or how much should l give

I can only ignore it so much

Feeding this animal might be bad for me

But the same might be true if l ignore it

Wish me luck