The street lights streak by as though I'm on an acid trip.
They become rainbows of colors as I'm racing to escape.
Escape what I do not know.
I just feel the urge to run and hide, even from my shadow.
Ignored I have been, so miss me not will they.
Though I have been there for them, a heroine, their dragons I've slayed.
Words of encouragement over and over I gave.
Nothing in return, ignored me have they.
I do not crave a thank you or such.
I do not care for exploitation that much. But to be ignored is something I can't stand.
When I have given my all, my whole world into their hands.
So miss they will not as I run into oblivion. Hide I will till I can place them in my position.