Psychologically, The Gun You Use Will Define You.

Its an effortless happy-high:
Relief.
Its a word I haven't even thought of recently:
Carelessness.
Its a feeling I forgot existed:
Freedom.

I'm getting back to my life.
I'm taking control.
Now.
The time is now.

Let Us Burn, Back To Life.

Its a sick twist of a so-called "life".
We're sent to a brick building,
Contained
To become who we are
Meant to be...forever.
We listen to robots with a pulse just to become
Robots with a pulse and a desire.
We're supposed to know what this
Desire is?
How can we know if we spend 8 hours
Locked up, with a desire to be
Free.
Fucking freedom defines us.
We get 5-minute passing periods and a
Lunch break for "freedom".
Do you not see this contradiction?
We go to school to learn about the
"Outside world", as if we aren't ready for it.
We were put here to live.
We were put here to live.
After 12 years being cooped up,
Hidden from the world by bricks, parents, and textbooks,
Do you really think we'll know what to do when we're
Without them?
Birds have wings to fly, but we have...
Teachers?
Birds taught themselves to fly.
Our brains are far more capable of
Learning to fly on our own, yet a creature as small as
Our hands is given that responsibility.
Hey, assholes, if this is learning for our own good,
Why do we suffer?
Why do we have to take medication to succeed?
Why do we have levels and grades, just to bring us down?
Why do we have detention...are you looking for an in-mate?
Fuck society if I can't be in a real one.

I'm not saying I am not grateful.
I appreciate what I have learned.
But freedom of speech is simply not enough.
How about freedom of our
Minds to let them take our
Bodies to where our
Souls want to be?