Running Away

at first when you asked me

"what are you running away from?"

i laugh and say

"Nothing"

but now that you're gone

i'm starting to understand

i'm starting

to know

i'm running away from everything

those pictures in the magazines

the posters on the wall

showed me a time when i was

very

very

small

insecure and afraid

i had no friends

so i had to be brave

i had many enemies

i couldn't see the truth

pain and suffering were the only

things i knew

so

when you asked me

"What are you running from?"

finally i understand

finally i know

i'm not running from the hate

that others give

i'm not running from my shadows

i'm running from myself

the self that will soon shatter