Poetry

The Runaway

written by: AutummBreak

Anger, hot and fiery, running through my system. I can't stand where I am, who I'm with. I just want to scream, to run away, to never turn back. This is driving me mad, making me clench my fist, dig my nails into my palms, so that I don't start to scream. I feel dizzy, as I turn around and around, looking for some way out of this. I try to run, to get out, but I trip, and fall to the floor. Faces crowd around me, people i have never met, asking me If I'm okay, if I'm alright. Although I want to scream at them, to say, 'No! I'm NOT okay. How can you stand this?!', but instead i just say, 'Yes, I'm fine.' Finally, I find my chance, so I take it, and run. I run out of where I am, away from the spiteful words, from the comments of pure hatred. I keep running, far away, until I can't go any farther, till my legs won't carry me one inch more. I fall to the ground, the grass soft under me, the air sweet and cold. Everything seems dead around me, no people, only the sound of a train off in the distance. I keep thinking, Next time, i say what's on my mind. Never hold my tong again, I will voice my opinion. But there's one problem with that thought; I'm never going back. Never going to see those faces again, never hear their mocking tones or their bitter words. Im leaving, going far away from this place that I once called home. Starting a new life, in a new place. A place where I will not have to worry about what I wear, what I say, what I do. To be myself, and for people to like me for who I am, that's what I want, and that's why I'm leaving, to find that place of belonging, of love, of a real home.