Runaway (Poem)

I can run away from this place;

Offering memories of disgrace;

But I can’t run from these thoughts;

Or ignore those stomach knots.


Thinking is all I seem to do;

Little I said; was true;

You thought I done it all;

But I’ve just started to crawl.


Didn’t you know something wasn’t right?

When I barely spoke that whole night;

My body, my far-fetched mind, you abused,

Yet I’m the one left accused.


The one scarred from being wrong;

When I just didn’t know all along.


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