*I sometimes want to run away, 
Not from anyone in particular. 
Everything. 
I feel like I took my time to enter this world, 
Then I started running thinking it had left me. 
I should've been still by the mountainside, 
But I chased puddles down the waterfall, 
Maybe I am Jill.
I'm trippin on life.*

DUSTY SOUL

She was always look upon as,
Different
She has no one, not even family,
She hides her face from the crowd, 
of kids who walk the halls,
But no one knows she was,
Special
Her beauty was on the inside,
Which no one took time to see,
Except,
One