RUNNING FROM THEM Sometimes dreaming is believing, sometimes believing becomes a dream, wish in one hand crap in the other, try to be someone your not, when you just want to be you, from the beginning to the end, trying so hard to be who they want you to be, cause your just so sick of not measuring up, your heart is so gold but it turns cold, at that moment the people realize your wrath, then they start to hurt your feelings more, and you cut your arms in the bath. as the tears trickle down your face, you decide that this has become no game, your so mad, so you try to run away, because they dont accept you, they just want to disrespect you, they continue to stab you in the heart, their words cause you more pain then they realize, when you start running from all the grief, they all start to chase you until you believe, they do everything to force your heart to give up, when you start to fall they dont give you that chance, instead they trip you, with your face in the ground and your heart bleeding out, you ask for a chance, inside its different, as your mind and heart screams and shouts, just lend me a hand, please help me, feeling all alone, and you dont know why, but all you can do is break down and cry. with your broken heart you plead, help me someone, im someone in need, I cant do this on my own, but ive asked for help before, but the only way you would help me, is if i would exit stage left out the other door, hoping and praying with all your heart, they dont give me that chance as they start to chart, making these plans to find me and attack, hurting my feelings more, making a map, when you have come to a stopping point a cave underground, your so quiet so they cant find you, not a peep not a sound, but no matter what they sniff you out like a k-9 unit, you give up in your heart, telling yourself that you cant do it, hoping that they still wont find you, then they enter that cave with intentions to find you, hoping you did such a great job, in hiding yourself, so you dont get attacked by their mob, you continue to cry as they come closer and near, your tears start to fall as you tremble in fear, with pitchforks and torches burning in the dark, you escape out a small hole in the rock, and run to the city park, with them dancing and chanting, we will find you, you hide in the playground like its hide and seek too, eventually they catch on and sniff out your trail, they dont care, no matter where you run they are coming to imprison you in their jail, as you close your eyes then open them with honor, and you see them with pitchforks and their torches, chanting to dishonor, all they want is your loving and kindhearted soul, to rip it out, making it no more, when you close your eyes again, and open them fast, they seem like they are closer then they were from the past, hoping and dreaming that you could be gone, your dream of escaping and dissappearing seems so long, like a tunnel with a train chasing you from behind, all you wanted to do from the get go, is just be you, a loving and caring person, one of a kind. By: Raymond Eugene Young-McMullen
Posted on: Mon, 12 Aug 2013 06:36:09 +0000
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