Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Run

I want to run

pack a bag and disappear

It hit me all at once

I do not like any of these people

I do not want to live here

all I want is out

I want them out

Out of my life

to be out theirs

to be out of that house

this town

I want to run

I listen to these people, these arrogant soul suckers talking about me

about my life

as if they know me

they don't know me

no one knows what I want

yet here they are planning my fate

I won't stand for it anymore

one day I'll be gone, and everyone will wonder why

as if it came out of the blue

when really, they just never paid attention.