Flee

I'm not a real writer, this is just a coping mechanism. Everything I publish comes from an old notebook I kept when I ran away from home.

Like this I can't be part of society.

I always knew this is how it would be.

Everyone is afraid of me, bit I can't help the things I've seen.

Please don't let me be.

I'll see the caring face of a girl my age slowly watching me.

But I'll have a fit of ptsd and soon enough have to flee.

Don't take it personally.

Someone like you was the one who hurt me. 

Now there's an irrational fear of people my age.

It always feels like we're on another page.

Good luck getting close, those people get pushed away the most.

Truth be told I'll only truly connect with one person who's gone.

Now days I'm just too afraid of being a pawn.

If you want a game, play by yourself.

No one else will be allowed to put me through hell.

Author's Note

I'm not a real writer, this is just a coping mechanism. Everything I publish comes from an old notebook I kept when I ran away from home.

Reviews

[Angel]

This is like totally me. Like all of it. I love your poems they are so relatable in such a real way makes them have a more powerful meaning at least to me. Hope you realize that you are a writer.