Runaway

That is it

I cannot take this anymore

I am losing it

No,

I have lost it already.

I have no control

Over my own life

As my parents

Pull and tug at my strings

They act as my puppeteers,

And I am their puppet

That must bend to their every whim

Now, every child must endure

To this from their own parents,

That much I find to be true,

However mine cannot drop these

Strings that are full of knots

As they become buried

Into my flesh

Reminding me of the burden

That I carry onto my back

Of what my parents expect

That they believe

The world out of me,

But then will flip to the idea

That I won’t succeed in life

And give up on me at times

Not to waste their own

Since time is precious

And must be savored

And be used in only measures

And never wasted.

So that is that

I will run

Runaway from these maniacs

Run from this hell

Run from my family

So that I can be free

And to succeed in life

Without the reminder

From my parents that I

Am not meant for success

But instead I am meant

To fail in life.