When is it okay to be Me?
Photographer Unknown
Watching every word
Every action
Lest I make a mistake
Or be in the wrong
Some prisons
Are not made of bars
Or stone
The jailer, has long since been gone
In his place
Is a ghost, a whisper
of a past shame
Of an imaginary offense
The enforcer
Though absent he be
A “mindset”
Still remains
Yet there is hope
And a key
When we answer ourselves
When is it okay to be me?
ladyphoenix2016 
I liked the poem…quite relatable..well written!
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