• I look at all the Kids who walk by, and I just wish I could be as free as they are.


    I see how happy they are when there with there friends. I feel like Im stuck. Like I


    can't bring Myself to walk out of the house and go spend time with My friends.


    Instead I sit here in this lonely bed and stare up at this only web up in the corner of


    this empty room. I long to be like those Kids I see when I am out and about. Though


    I wish for it I can Never be free from this grasp My parents Have on Me. I only listen


    to what They Have to say and listen to what they May have to say to me. I smile and


    Walk away before i have something to say. So when I think those Kids are more


    free than me I may be wrong. They may have more problems than what I see. So is


    there such a thing called Free? I don't know why don't you tell me?