Get Me Out

It's a peaceful thing: falling into the vice of security into the rhythm of the docile impassive - dull stares reflected on your own It's an excruciating thing: to desire to be somewhere else yet remain surrounded by the cattle who are content with staying stationary - to feel your restless nature clawing its way out of obscurity Get me out You've considered Leaving - finally - but can never earn enough, hurt enough, try enough want enough to GET OUT I'm begging Turmoil often clouds your thinking half heartedly hoping to be content/ scrambling to find the exit Occasionally, sometimes, more frequently than you're comfortable with the words wrench free a scream, a plea a desire so potent so painful Get me out