Yet again, I find myself at a place I loathe to be
The place where I always ache
A place where I am always questioned
And oh how truly I want to break free of this place
Which suffocates me,
Makes me smaller,
Makes me miserable.

If only freedom came without a price
If only I had a chance to undo the past
If only I were not so weak
If only...

And I come back to square one
The first page
The first question
"Will I ever be able to leave?"