I would leave me, if I could.
Leave me broken. Splintered wood.
I'd walk away with no regret
And leave me fading like vignette.
I'm the only one who's stayed,
To wash my face and brush hair frayed.
I'm the only one who's cared,
I destroyed but I repaired.
I'm only here because I must.
I wish I could leave me to rust.
For 50 years I'll weep and grieve
That nobody will let me leave.
I leave the house and yet I follow.
I try to starve but I still swallow.
I lock the door but own the key
I'm tired of escaping me.
In every window, every mirror,
I do not fade but show up clearer.
I try to run to leave me there
But follow myself everywhere.
I would leave me, like the rest.
The me hurting, cold, oppressed.
I'd draw the curtains on the stage
And stretch for getting out my cage.
I cannot leave me. I'm entrapped.
A package that's too tightly wrapped.
And so I stay, and live in fear
That tomorrow I'll still be here.
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