I want to be gone from here
All the pain I feel ere
The coming of a new century
I will hurt throughout infinity

I have suffered much and hated more
My heart is great gaping internal sore
I want out of the deal but we made a pact
I hate how you say that, then "As a matter of fact"

There is no word for how much I dread seeing you
Away I would have flew
Had I given wings
Why dost the caged bird sing?

I am unhappy in this cage that is Earth
Spare me your happiness and mirth
Do not laugh at who I am, but at who YOU are
And let me flee, and go so far

That no-one shall ever find me again
For solitude, this is my requiem
 
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