Freedom

The laughter used to echo, warm and true,
A comfort found in every shared ado.
But shadows crept, a subtle, chilling guise,
Reflected in their knowing, mocking eyes.

They pulled me close, a puppet on their string,
Each foolish step, a bitter, whispered sting.
My words unheard, my pleas just brushed aside,
No common ground where truth could safely ride.

A silent pact, a role I had to play,
To be the foil, to brighten up their day.
While in my heart, a heavy feeling grew,
A sense of self, slowly fading from view.

The tether snapped, a quiet, forceful break,
No grand goodbyes, no promises to make.
Just weary steps, into the light I strode,
Unburdened by the debt I felt I owed.

And now I breathe, a freedom sweet and deep,
No longer bound by secrets they would keep.
The air is clear, the path ahead is bright,
Released from shadows, bathed in my own light.

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