Running Away (a poem)
I’m sick of my life owning me,
the things that I have done.
It seems I want to run away,
from the person I’ve become.
I’m sick of my life owning me,
the things that I have done.
It seems I want to run away,
from the person I’ve become.
there is a me that no one sees
the one i long to be
to live a life devoid of fear
i’m dying to be free
i see a world when eyes are closed
in dreams that’s where i go
for there i truly am at peace
in a place that few may know
Let not the darkness consume you,
nor live in a world without hope.
For trying to live such as they do,
will leave you to suffer alone.
If you live your life in a box,
it really doesn’t matter
how pretty it is on the outside.
Though starkly intimidated
perhaps overly concerned
with what others think
still I reach out to you
Creativity in search of comfort
This skin
my mask
behind it
inside
I hide from the world
I hide from you
never showing
all that I feel
never showing
how deep
The giggle induced din
engulfed the room in waves
splashing against each wall
with its ever expanding
joyful chatter
If I open up and share
all my struggles, all my shame
Will it reach the others
giving hope, replacing pain?
Wearing my mask,
you see what I let you.
Only showing,
what is acceptable.
I hold back the pain,
pretend it’s all roses.
Never let you see,
what’s under the surface.
© 2009-2026 E.L. Redwine