I run.
I know nothing about my destination,
Except that it's away from you.
I forgot my shoes in the carpet of your aunt's house.
I run barefooted along the highway.
How did I get to be this far off the edge of sanity?
Was I ever close to the edge?
What about kindergarten?
When I cut off a chunk of Vanessa's hair because it was longer and swishier than mine.
Or fifth grade,
When I lit matches in the girls bathroom in school just for attention.
In eighth,
When I attacked my principle because he took one look at me and shook his head.
The bastard.
I've always been crazy. So I lay down in the dry brown grass by the passing cars, and I sleep.
