I want to run away,
Faraway from here,
No turning back,
A bag in each hand,
The road will be clear.
But so many mountains are in my way,
Stopping me from flying free.
Holding me back with rope and chains,
Each link getting sorter,
As i try to pull away,
They pull me in another inch closer.
Vocies suround me,
Making the room seem smaller.
All saying different things,
But all meaning the same thing.
Nothing i say makes a difference,
They want to turn me into one of them.
No matter what i do,
And try and struggle my way out,
They always seem to pull me back.
I JUST WANT OUT!!!