Eleven Years Running

I get so confused

the room is spinning

then I get accused

of something I didn't do.

I try so hard

but it doesn't matter

they won't stop

until I admit they are right

and I am wrong

I'm losing sight

I hate my life

I just don't care

I want to run. Just run away

My younger cousin said she wanted to run too

She hated her sister and missed her late mother

we started planning to go to Florida. Somewhere south.

But I didn't want to hurt Mom

what should I do

we decide to stay 

  and leave another day.

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