I have escaped for all my life
I always chose to run away
Avoiding any glimpse of pain—
This was the goal I had each day
At first I was absorbed in books
With heroes that looked just like me
I'd picture myself in their spot
Imagine the girl that I'd be
TV and movies helped as well
I could forget for just a bit
All of the problems that I faced
Regrets that I could not admit
My phone was such a lovely tool
I'd scroll on it from night 'til dawn
Pretend that I was happy too
Like all the people who'd moved on
Or sometimes I'd fill time with work
Convince myself it was okay
Think that I did not need friends
No matter what my heart would say
I never did amount to much
Spent most of my life in my head
I'm numb enough I don't quite care
That all I ever did was fled
So yes I took the easy way
Which may seem cowardly to some
But before you judge me so
Ask, what are you running from?
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)
