TOXIC

Thursday Afternoon

They are coming. I know they are coming. I can feel it, and I am not safe. I am tired, but I can't stop. I can't stop running. I need to get away from everything. I don't ask for much. I didn't ask for this. I know it is my fault. I should have obeyed. But I couldn't. How could I? They didn't expect me to stay cooped up in that prison of a home all my life, did they? I didn't know why at first. Now I know. I wish I didn't know. I don't like knowing these kinds of things, things that make me panic, things that make me question.
They know I am here. I can't let them know that I feel them coming. I feel them coming right now. I can see them in my mind. They are coming for me as I think. No. Stop thinking. No time for thinking. No time for planning. Planning gives me away, lets them know. They can feel me running, but they cannot see me like I can see them. I need to stop thinking. They can feel when I think, they know when I think, what I think. Now I run. I run like there is no tomorrow, like it is my only chance, my only life. There may be no tomorrow. I run like they are right behind me. I run like I ran when I was in my backyard. My fenced off, prison yard. I run, run, run. I don't stop. Never stop. People like me never stop. They are never free if they stop. I can't stop. I won't stop. I won't stop for anything, anyone.
I run through the streets, I front of the cars, spewing their toxic gas. I can see the poison going into the air. I can see it destroy. My guidance counsellor thought I was crazy. They know I am not crazy, and that is why they come for for me. Always. I am always running, hiding, fearing for my life. I run and I do not stop. The cars honk at me but they do not know. They don't know what they are doing. They poison and destroy every day. Every day millions of them poison everything. I can see them, the people chasing me, in my mind. They are coming, getting closer. I run and I don't think.
I just run.