I thought monsters liked closets and the floor under our beds. Then one showed me his face. Monsters like that aren’t so picky. They don’t care about age or location. They don’t care about race or religion. They don’t care about clothes or money. To them, we’re all the same. They pass us on the
Tag: Teenage Runaway
My smile wasn’t an invitation. Another face in the crowd wanting to blend in – until you threw me to the ground. Your laugh still bouncing off my skull. I wanna run and hide but there’s nowhere left to go. I’m locked in this nightmare with you. My secret locked in shame. I don’t look any
I’m gonna make it, I swear. School by day; study by night. Another face in the crowd filling in the blanks. ♦ I don’t have any answers. Defeat out of the question – learning to love myself again. Little white lies written in red: ♦ I don’t need anyone else. I’m fine on my own.
Hurt and alone, she walked the aging streets of downtown. She’s been hurtin’ for so long – her hands worn from the weight. ♦ How do I tell her the truth? The weight she carries a lie. Our past not worth the dirt it’s buried under – I’m done. ♦ Her eyes tell me she
Time to make things right. My life worth fightin’ for – Ain’t nobody can stop me. It’s time to beat down the walls. ♦ They’re done holdin’ me down. No wall stronger than me. I’m gonna beat the odds – Ain’t nobody can stop me. ♦ I’m not much – not yet, but I’m all
Forget me; forget me not. I’m standin’ my ground – yesterday’s dirt piled high. My heart beatin’ to a new tune. ♦ Pretty words by the dozen offered on a silver music sheet. Singin’ with the man on the moon, they suspect me unworthy – ah well. ♦ Pretty words dazzle in the sun, but
Free to stay or not – We know the score. One foot on the floor, and the other on the street. Better off swappin’ battle scars than fallen through the cracks. We’re learnin’ to trust each other – Our world turned upside down. Fightin’ to get back up, one foot behind the door. Our pain
A Shelter on the street corner – a place to lay my head at night. I’m not complainin’ – not tonight. I’m off the street, and growin’ old. My roommate asleep in the corner. She doesn’t know I don’t care who she loves – she does though. I can’t find the words to share –
How did I get here? A question danced around until I’m goin’ in circles, swimmin’ in the past and running from today – not about to stop for this stranger. He doesn’t know it’s too late, his voice coming in from some faraway land. I lived in that world once – in another lifetime. The seasons stretched into
Fate has a strange sense of humor, don’t you think? There being no room for the likes of me – I don’t fit inside their narrow box. I’m not surprised, just tired. The street on my skin not in fashion, go figure. The street in my eyes reflected back in disdain. Their eyes telling me
It’s been three months with time flyin’ by, and still nowhere ahead. Hooked up with some girls headin’ in my direction. Going from place to place – Looking for meaning; looking for purpose…
Steppin’ off the bus in a strange new town. Young and alone with nowhere in mind – Where do I go from here? Surrounded by smiles with a destination. The July sun remindin’ me of home. Summer the season of freedom in my hometown. Long gone from there, mimicking the smiles I see.
Cloaked in darkness, a young girl stands scared and alone; a lone chorus looping in triumph – “I did it. I ran away!” Uprooted dreams washed away to the tone of a mother’s stony voice, words soured with spite – for no one stood to nay a father guarding his daughter’s honor, marching her down the aisle without