We were both stuck in a cage.
The cages bars were wide enough for us to easily escape, but we chose to stay anyways.
We stayed in that cage longer than we needed to.
You, who stayed because you couldn’t see that you could easily escape, begged me to stay.
I, who secretly snuck out of the cage when you fell asleep, stayed for you,
but I’m getting tired of making myself small for you.
You’re stuck in this cage because you’re scared of what’s out there.
You’re scared of change.
You let this cage define you.
I’m no longer sneaking out of this cage.
I won’t come back the next time I leave this place.
I’ll make sure that you see me leave when I do.
Would you join me?