America, I don't know where we stand.

You make me feel so conflicted,

I feel guilty hating the things you do and embody.

Manipulation at it's finest.

"I should feel blessed to live and be with you,

Other countries are controlling, inferior.'"

Yet I always find myself asking why.

Land of the Free but You have the highest incarceration rate in the world.

Land of the Free but You execute mercilessly alongside those you claim to be murderers.

Land of the Free but You consider health care a luxury most don't deserve, clearly. 

Do you have any empathy?

Maybe I have too much.

Yet we're so intertwined, it's too hard to leave you.

My roots are deep in your soil.

Home is wherever I am with you. 

You may be toxic but I'll continue to give you the benefit of the doubt.

I still believe there is good inside everyone despite our damages.