This well of patience has run dry
Hate and anger used it all up

This house filled with oppression and double standards
I'll fold up into a paper crane and fly away

Free from pain and the lassitude
Leaving the few good souls

Now floating away along the winds of change
A new place to smile and laugh

Let those I've left forget me
I'll be there discarded memory

Shane D. Nelson

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-fetters/