When will I be free?

Angst against current social and political dissidence

It isn’t the days blend into each other,
Or that the screaming in my head, aching to stop,
Or the constant eradication of self, redefining who I am,
It’s the utter disappointment in others, in politics and community.

Who are we as a nation, now divided by social outcries and political dissidence?
Left, right, turned around, where do I stand?
Do I cry victim, do I cry truth, do I cry acceptance, or do I cry against?
One more line drawn to separate us more.

Happiness isn’t defined by who we stand with or against.
It is inner peace and sense of belonging we so longingly seek,
But instead only find chaos behind secret identities
Who mock and put down to enable sense of betterment or entitlement

When will the madness stop and we find the peace we so long for?
When will we return to family and community?
When will stop destroying ourselves and each other?
When will it just stop?

When will I be free?