A poem entitled "Freedom.

Physically free, mentally enslaved. Oh I wonder what it truly means to be free.

They told me I am a human-being, however, all I seem to be doing, is doing

Doing the job, doing the adulting, doing, the most.

Oh how can it be so, that the freedom I seek, the peace I so desperately desire, 

Lies in be-ing. Being my true self without restraint.

Being real. Being authentic,

For authenticity breeds peace and with peace, happiness follows.