Free

Next year is a plan, Plans go wrong i know but im going to do my best to get out of here. I can't stay here anymore. I can't walk around and act like what they do doesn't hurt me, like what they do dosen't affect me. When i go into court, it will be with my head held high. i hope to god however, that i walk out with emancipaition papers. i hope that i have someone to stand beside me when i walk out. i can't live like this, live the way you want me to. I won't live in seclusion, i won't wilt in the darkness. I am done. Soon i am free.