I ran away when I was 18.
I ran away from a life of heartache and saddness.
I ran away because I knew I would never fit in,
I would never find a place to just be me.
I ran away because I was insecure.
I ran away from great people,
who never took the time to see the real me.
I ran from the fear and the sleepless nights.
I ran away from rejection,
feeling like a nobody.
I ran a way feeling lonely in a room full of people.
I ran away because there was no hope, no faith,
and no happiness in sight.
I fled knowing of the possibilities.
One day I will be back to mend the fences of