Exile

I’m packing my things and fleeing, so freeing.
Just shy of full being; I’m leaving.
'Cause there’s an aching feeling, restraints;
and I can’t take this low ceiling.
But I don’t wanna stay away from here for too long.
Everything I love I find a way to push away from me.
I can’t comprehend how everything went so wrong.
Never meant to run away and leave to feeling so empty.
Everything I hate finds a way to just devour me.
I can’t cope with this exile.
I won’t live in exile.
It’s been too long.
The last day. The last day.
I’m different, yet the same; and estranged.
I can’t cope with who I am.
Who am I?
I don’t wanna stay away…
I don’t wanna stay…