FLEEING
I flee from place to place not knowing where to go
I don't think
I just run
I am always scared
Never Brave
I don't know if things will get better
Things only seem to get worse
I run to escape from those things
But it never works
They only get worse
Then one day I wake up and realize that the only way
They will get better is if I try
So I try
Things begin to get better little by little
Soon enough I didn't run
Instead I looked for help
Written by Jaala © 1997