I’d been wanting it since the sixth grade.

To be free.

To move on.

To get out of this town.

It’s been years.

Years that have dragged on,

Brought me to the brink of insanity.

“You’re almost there”

“Just a few more grades”

Please.

Let me out.

I want to explore.

I want to meet people.

I want to be free.

Please, let me out.

I watch me friends as they leave me this year.

I’m held back.

That should be me.

I’m extroverted without them.

I’m my own person by myself.

Soon it will be my turn.

I need to keep hope.

It’s so far away

And I want it more and more

With every class that goes by.

Let me out.

Let me live.

Let me be myself out there.

Not held back anymore

By the fear of the childhood.