I'm fed up

I'm fed up of being trapped in a box,
In this world being locked.
I want to get out,
I want to run and not return.
But then, will I not disappear?
I don't want to disappear,
I don't want to hide and become locked,
Not again, not in that loneliness and darkness.
I want to see the sun and stars beyond the skies,
But I'm afraid of leaving the ground.
What will happen to me?
I'm afraid.
I'm fed up of being afraid,
I'm fed up of the loneliness and darkness.
I'm fed up of being trapped in a box,
In this world being locked.