An escape from my unfortunate reality
With every breath I take,
My lungs bleed.
It feels like I’ve been running for so long
That I will never make it home again.
You see, home isn’t a place of solace for me.
Home is where I sleep at night.
It’s where I eat.
It’s where I make small talk in the loungeroom
before retreating upstairs to find some peace.
Home is where I look both ways before exiting a room.
It’s where I think twice before voicing an opinion.
It’s where I measure my own worth
against their unrealistic ideals.
It’s where I fail to measure up every time.
So, I keep on running.
Taking me further away from home;
Closer to a place, I feel like I’m meant to be.
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