Let Me Go

I’m stuck in the middle of drama
that isn’t my problem anymore.
 
The walls are caving in,
and my escape isn’t through a door.
 
Only a few could break out with me,
and the others are forgotten—
 
But I thought I already escaped
from the rooms that I fought in—
 
It must have been a dream,
because it’s still my problem.
 
I’m not watching from the side, but the middle.
You tormentors glare at me; I’m not welcome.
 
If I’m not supposed to be here,
let me get out and run far.
 
Just allow a few to come with me
to escape the cruelty that you are!