Monday, 12 March 2012

Running Away

I'm sick.
You blend.
As one.
I'm weary.
I'm gone...

I'm an outsider in a world
where I can find no home,
but I feel no loneliness
in feeling alone.

I'm only an outcast
because I locked the door,
threw away the key and ran
until I couldn't recognize anything anymore.

Maybe this fresh scenery
will provide me with more hope
and the fresh faces I see in it
will give me the strength to cope.

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