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
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