Let me out!
I want to see the skies.
Let me out,
I want to breathe.
Let me out,
I want to feel what's real and what's not.
Lost myself,
To create a perfect facade.
Lost myself,
In being the perfect one.
Lost myself,
In living for others.
Just let me out!
I'm getting tired of all the faking,
I'm falling under the weight of all this negativity.
Trying to fly with scissors in my hand,
I can feel my wings being torn down to the ground.
I'm wondering if I could ever fly again,
Even with a chance close to zero percent.
I doubt what the old me would say,
As the unpolished diamond is being gold-plated away.
Perhaps he'll be laughing at the new me,
As I've lost something more valuable for a worthless degree.
"Let me out, I am stuck," I yell
As I sink deep into the slumber of sadness.
"It's not too late," a voice in my head says,
"Start anew with the rising day."
Now I walk towards a light,
Dim, fading yet so bright.
"I am getting out," I said,
Realizing the fact that the cage was all in my head.
