Runaway
Being watched,
being looked at.
I can't get caught,
because I'm not exact.
I can't be the person,
you want me to be.
No, I'm not doing treason,
just listen to me!
I hate my life,
I hate who I became.
To change myself, I try,
but i come back the same.
Now I'm on my bed,
rebellion on my mind.
I'll be picked up and led,
right out of this fake life.
Away from all judgements,
away from my personal jail.
Where will i be sent?
only time will tell.
