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Mar 2013
I sit here waiting, biding my time
Hoping and wishing
That my chance won’t pass me by
To take hold of my destiny
To escape this prison of mine

Just waiting for the time to pass
The fortune to change
To take my chance
And leave this place

I’m stuck in a small world
Where everyone knows everyone
Yet, in my small world
They all watch you, they judge you
I seek the freedom of the real world
The one where I can find who I’m meant to be
Just can’t wait to escape this small world.

Can’t wait till I’m free
When I can fly on my own
Without a thought or a worry
Of what someone else
Might think of me

I long to escape to run free
With no more eyes watching me
Judging me, no more images
Of what they measure me to be

I’m stuck in a small world
Where everyone knows everyone
Yet, in my small world
They all watch you, they judge you
I seek the freedom of the real world
The one where I can find who I'm meant to be
Just can’t wait to escape this small world.

No more images of what they measure me to be
I’ll no longer be stuck in my small world
I’ll spread my wings and be free
Saying goodbye to my small world
© Michelle Brunet 2013
Michelle Brunet
Written by
Michelle Brunet  27/Gender Nonconforming/Ottawa, On
(27/Gender Nonconforming/Ottawa, On)   
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