Only I Can Judge Me, Free Air, Writing Makes the World Go Round, I Right What I Like, and Trapped

Only I Can Judge Me

I hear what they say
God knows what is true, he knows
He does not know me

Free Air

I can't breathe too well
I desperately need air
Please! Thank you! How much?

Writing Makes the World Go Round

  Imagine that your favorite book was never written
  What about that essay or constitution?
  For those thoughts, I'm sure, you'd still be smitten
  And it is possible that what would govern
  Is exactly the same as today's destitution
6  But maybe, easier would those thoughts be unlearned

I Right What I Like 

  Everyone has morals and principals
  And they're the same for everyone
  So all of our children know what is wrong
  And what that means against what is right
  There is no nuance
6  We all know the crux of morality
  Treat others like you treat yourself
  Or want to be treated by others
  Everyone wants to be treated well
  And well is defined the same for everyone
  The sadists and masochists can even agree

Trapped

It is difficult
Living when all you do is
Perform for others