I haven't wanted to flee,
not until now,
not until I realized people wanted me to open up like how people opened up to me,
not until I realized this is not a thing that I cannot just run from.
I can run like my mom,
I can run like my dad,
I can run like my brother,
But I don't want to be like them.
But to look into the eyes of someone,
Trying to spill what has happened but only to be met with silence and cracks,
To know that I cannot speak of what has happened until it has passed,
Is something that bothers them.
But it's something I cannot help but do because it's what I've known my entire life,
To not ask for support because I have to be the one supporting them,
To not be the burden,
To be the support.
To be supported and open is painful,
I feel as if a dagger would were at my throat,
That it would be unwise to even get a peep out,
That the world will end if I were to dare.
So I flee from the dagger,
I flee from the danger,
I flee from what could cause my demise.
