I long to move away.
From the fighting and the noise,
From the never ending mess,
Of clothes and dishes.
From responsibility and and rules
That restrict my life.
I long to move away.
From the sly stares and the snide comments,
Of the ones who are out to destroy.
I long to move away.
From their skeptical glances
And negative language
Which drives me insane .
I long to move away.
From the mirror;
From the tired eyes that judge me more than any others.
From the stranger that continues to stare back.
I long to move away.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
I long to move away.
From the fighting and the noise,
From the never ending mess,
Of clothes and dishes.
From responsibility and and rules
That restrict my life.
I long to move away.
From the sly stares and the snide comments,
Of the ones who are out to destroy.
I long to move away.
From their skeptical glances
And negative language
Which drives me insane .
I long to move away.
From the mirror;
From the tired eyes that judge me more than any others.
From the stranger that continues to stare back.
I long to move away.
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