My Heaven

With a brittle crack I hear something snap
Oooww I think it was my back.
Here let me get it off for someone else.
It's not my problem you deal with it.
I'm doing my own thing if you don't mind if I do.
I welcome help, but not at the cost of ones character.
I demand civil liberties, as so many before have said.
A slave to nothing.
I do what I want, because I want like anybody else.
Selfish I keep hearing voices in my head
Well if so it is the path I shall go.
If I can lift other to the heavens I will.
Even if my heaven is small.
It's the one I truly enjoy.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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