What are you running away from?
Some secret buried deep?
You doubt your talent and abilities,
Dreams you don't bother to keep.
Can't face answers to questions,
You resort to the place in your mind,
Where life is always happy and good,
A fantasy you repeat and rewind.
You were not born a deceiver,
Tragedy has made you that way,
After years suffering alone,
Learned to hide demons away.
Now they follow everywhere,
Eyes dizzy from keeping track,
Bullet holes in your beauty,
In your heart, on your back.
Waking up though we don't want to,
Walls mock what you have become,
Inside prison you chose to inhabit,
What are you running away from?
Too many people go through life running from something that isn't chasing them
