Happy and Free

 If a tree falls and no one is around

Does it still make a sound?

If I was lost would I be found?

The anxiety I have makes my heart pound.


Would my friends even care if I stopped reaching out.

While I sit alone in my room and pout.

Trying to figure out what my life is about.

Crying in my room and all I want to do is shout.


I feel like no one would miss me.

If they are lock, I am not their key.

People might notice I am gone at some degree.

Maybe if I ran away and flee it will guarantee

That I will finally feel happy and free.

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