I will run away from my Young Nature
due to the lack of human interaction.
I cannot speak, for nothing comes out
‘tis my struggle to interact with this generation.

Until the sun sets I am left alone
with my thoughts and feelings.
Then comes the realization that the
Only Treasured Interaction I had was fleeting.

They can see and hear
my hints, ever so subtle
but They is they, now
there are new Others to Juggle

Moving is not my way of escape in fact
I’m running towards my Source of Pain, not away.
Nevertheless, through this I’ll surely grow
Through pain, need, and desperation every day.

This plan will **** the life from my chest
As the old one hit the fan and went awry.
This’ll be for the best; for the new, future Others that
I'll never again be in a position of needed/permanent goodbye