It Feels Free to be Free

I answered every call. I replied every message.

I ran every errand. I showed up every time.

I craved their recognition. I needed their endorsement.

The hunger to please was enormous. The desire for approval was massive.


The more I got it the higher the bar was raised.

The more I met it the more demands they made.

And now, I’m tired.

Just tired.







Studio Portrait Of Stressed Teenage Girl

Please help tell them

I didn’t run; I just didn’t sign up for it.

I didn’t change; I only just found myself.


I wasn’t late; I simply wasn’t going to come.

And I didn’t come; Not because I couldn’t make it, more because I couldn’t fake it. Not anymore!





Freedom lives here now.

And it feels so free to be free.








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Written by juwonodutayo

Writer. Tutor. Speaker. Blogger. Roger Federer Fan.

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