It took me far too long to see
That this place was destroying me.
By the time that I could have been free
My home had already come to be
My own private prison cell.
It was almost like my hell.
My realisation came too late
And so it seemed I had to wait
Until my hatred of this place
Would gradually abate.

It seems my home was like a curse,
Serving to only make things worse,
It seemed to amplify my pain
When all I wanted was to get away,
And for this place to leave me be.
So that I might escape and see
What wonders the outside world…
Had in store for me.