Hiding and Running
Location
Constantly told for 18 years
I'll never be good enough.
That I'll never get to leave
the small town I am from,
to pursue my future goals.
So I when I finally do,
I finally leave that town
I shed my whole self,
my old self,
like a snake in a skin
that has become too small.
Refusing to talk about
my forgetable, miserable
life before leaving
to the new people I meet.
I seem to have emerged,
from that old skin,
fresh and new,
but deep down I feel
that I can only run,
hide, from myself
before my past catches up.
And I am forced to be
minimized and miserable
for the rest of my life.