What’s it like?
I want to leave him, I do.
I think about a peaceful home,
A quiet place of the ordinary.
I want to know what it is to be able to,
I want to know who I am.

What is it like to be you?
What is it like not to pretend?
Do I deserve what you have?
What is it like to live without fear?
Is it easy to be free?

Please go, he will be back soon.
He cannot see I have a friend.
I will ring you tomorrow, I promise.
I have to get ready for him,
Upstairs.