I am not a track star, but I run anyways.
I run from my fears, and my pain.
I don’t just run from the bad, I sprint from the good.
I run from those who wish to help,
Who wish to love me for all that I am.
The closer I get, the farther I run.
Running, running, running;
Always running, never stopping.
Hoping one day for one to run after me,
To begin pursuing me, for love of me.
To run after me, as a knight in shining armor does his princess.
But I am no beautiful princess, I am not worthy of such love.
I am Quasimodo, half formed and unloved.
Nobody wants a monster, and so I run for the shadows.
Maybe one day, I’ll stop running,
And find the knight who wishes to catch me.
And I hope that day is today.