I Am Not Free
I'm walking on the hallway
And people are staring at me.
Murmuring on the sides,
They're talking about me.
I can't walk normally,
My feet are trembling.
My hands are shaking
And my tears are falling.
Everything I do,
Someone is observing.
Everything I say,
Someone is listening.
Gossip people are everywhere.
Rumors are flying
And the judges are amazed.
Fake witnesses appeared.
People's eyes are open
But don't see what's great.
People's ears can listen
But only chooses to hear.
Judges are like grasses,
Planted everywhere.
Choosing to notice the mistake
And announced to anyone.
Where's the justice?
Why do people judge so easily?
I feel like I'm not free,
I've been jailed in this society.
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