Left, right, or stay here? What do I choose?

To the left I can hear people laughing and screaming with joy. The life that I live but ins't mine, is there too. Lies and desceptions, nothing more. Nobody knows who I really am or what I feel. They look at me and see that I'm okay. The mask is too thick for anyone to look through it. I could go back. I know I have to one day, but do I really feel like I can handle all the things that are being forced on  me. So many people waiting for me to choose. What do I do? Who do I trust? Do I want to continue to live that life? Not really, but what choice do I have?

The right.

I could choose to run. Run right into the woods and never look back. Into freedom from all  of my thoughts and lies. Just run away from everything that people see me to be. I could just disappeat into the green leaves and novody would notice. Become as free as the wind. Blowing everywhere and never turning back. Blowing through the trees, over the oceans water, through people's hair, never stopping. But, that's what I've been doing my whole life. Running. Trying to hide when I felt like somebody was getting too close. Running away in hopes that pain and heartbreak wouldn't catch up with me. No matter how fast I ran, they still caught up. Do I really want to keep running away from everybody and everything? Maybe, I could just stay here.

Sitting alone on this fallen tree. I can hear the leaves rustling in the wind. Each tree leaning rhythmatically in the wind. The sun's rays peeking through the leaves.

The grass and leaves crack on the ground beneath me and I begin to think that somebody noticed that I was gone. As I look around I don't see anybody. It doesn't matter. Who would actually notice that I was gone? The shy and quiet girl that nobady saw. They looked right through me as if I were a ghost.

Left, right, or stay where I am?

Does it really matter?

Would anybody miss me?

Would they even realize that I've gone away?

Will I be less invisable?

Can people see me?

What's going to be different this time?

Would anybody come looking for me?

I'll just wait here.

Day after day and night after. I'll wait and see just how long it take for somebody to come looking for me, if they do.