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The Slave

Oh, look, all around us are slaves,

All of them claim to be free but aren’t

All of them are enslaved by something

Something they might not even be aware of.

Some are enslaved by other people

While some are enslaved by society,

That stops them from being what they want to be

That restricts them from doing what they like.

If you don't trust my words

Just tell me when you do as you wish

You were the one who buried one's dreams

In fear of the opinion of others.

We might not be the old slave

Who had to work without getting a penny

But we are something far worse

We are the ones who sacrifice our dreams

Just for the acceptance of society.

Tell me how we aren't slaves.

If we are caged and prohibited

From doing as we like,

We fear what others might think.