runaway

I don't know, when I was little, every time i'd get mad, i'd ether think about running away or try to not talk to my parents for as long as possible. I still do that last one.

Apparently,

she was,

beyond help,

so she ran away,

and no one thought to ask her,

where she thought she would stay,

and no one thought that they,

should be,

the one,

that made it okay again.

It was a faze,

it was child's play.

No it wasn't.

I'd never say that children don't mess up,

or,

that children's emotions stay at bay,

but why must they always?

What does being a rock mean anyways?

I threatened it,

I screamed and fell out,

but,

all by my self,

conservatively,

i'd could've never gone through with it anyway.

The idea was always like grass in the spring,

soon enough it turned dry as hay.

Every child is not like I was,

and someday,

there will be little communities of little people,

who all ran away.

Author's Note

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[Alice Thompson]

I especially like the last two lines, as the repetition of 'little' provides it with a resonating lyricism that is very different from the previous jarring and broken sentence structure. To me the last line is many things such as dreamer, the child in an adult that never dies and the comedian; this reminds me of how time makes it easier to talk about things that hurt.

(I am new here, today, but I have read you other stuff and it is fantastic. -- choose and the circle one)

[Lyric]

Aw thank you for your words and thank you for your review ♥ And welcome :-)