Is it better there?

Reaching up and reaching out.
So long, my life has been without
assurance and confidence in what I do is right.
Thoughts divided, opposed in fight.

A distant place, my mind creates.
To keep me safe?
To hide away?

With chains and locks, my daily wear.
Life may be better there, but I don’t care.
If it means I lose you, I’d rather be here.
I’ll stay in the pain because I know it so well