My Punishment for My Independence

Sitting in my room,
looking on the street,                                                                                          
I keep wondering,
If this is what it seems.

I ask my self If I am independent - Free to do as I feel?
I ask Myself,
If this is what I want or I ever planned to do,
I still wonder.

People come and go,
Some know me, they look and then go away.
Day and night, the same things happen,
And I am still wondering if this is what it seems.

I work in a company, I have my place, I cook my Food,
But is this what it seems.
My family is far, My friends seem distant.
All I care about Is what lies in the future.

Do I have to be this way,
or Should I call this my Punishment to be Independent.

~A Poem By Fizz

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