Why make my bed
If I don't plan on returning?
Why leave outrageously
When I can exit quietly?
I don't fancy myself
To be the dramatic type
I can hyperbolize anything
And sometimes I do
But I try to mind myself
Stay in my corner
I'm done hiding
Where do you want me
Leave the keys when I'm gone?
How are you
Going to handle this?
It's something that kills me
But eventually an uncivil war
Must end
And the first step
Is becoming a healthier person
Even if it means
Leaving what I love behind