Land of the Free?
Freedom
or so they say
But can we really do what we want?
The judging eyes are
watching
waiting for you to break
their rules.
Be yourself
they say
but is it safe?
They whisper about you because
you're different.
"Unique."
"Weird."
and until their eyes
close
we're not free.
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