Growing Weary

My mind, body, soul and spirit have grown tired of stress. My heart has weakened exponentially from the dramatic situations it has been placed in. I long for the times where I was peaceful and free of this weight. 

I reminisce on the moments where I felt I could fly. Now a I feel is this overwhelming presence. I feel this shroud cast over me and a forever judgement that will never cease. 

I can't move freely, think freely, speak freely or even be free without feeling some burden to fulfill a societal role or definition of a stupidly unimportant term and label. I hate the feeling of always being second guessed. I hate being micromanaged. It has become something my existence has been forced to become accustomed to. 

Soon, there will be a day where I can escape the cycle of unnecessary judgement; where I can be my own independent person without having to be held hostage by a societal term.