Running straight for the door. The padlock has finally broken. I am no longer a prisoner of myself. The weights on my legs, They weigh me down. Inch by agonizing inch I make my way. Got stronger with each stride, I'm no longer a coward. I'm not afraid to fight. There's an itch in my ear that begs me to stay. Lingering in between. Do I stay captive? Will I run for freedom? They say only the strongest survive, Do I posses that strength? Am I grasping on to empty hope? Am I just filled with obligation? I will teeter here in this frame. The terror is I can't decide. Only I am to blame, Only I can choose.