A Misplaced Madness

Take that.

A Misplaced Madness ------------------------------------------- Closed eyes. Nobody thinks I'm listening. As if I could even help it! I hear, "She's out," but I'm not out, My mind is just a-wander, Searching for something. Digging, I have dirty hands. Burned hands - blistered and red. Lightly, faintly, you can see signs on the skin. This has happened before, and now it's happening again. A ghost, a phantom; Telling me to stop. Put my shovel down, I cannot win, not this way, not today. I will never win. This memory -- It restrained me before, It now encourages me to run, I feel the need to run. No more... crying, no more tears, no more lying, not for years. I wont run, not that it would matter, if I ran, you wouldn't try to catch me. So I will stay here, instead of running.