Born To Run

I've been dreaming of this moment since I was sixteen. It was always different for me. Never made friends and if I did they were fake. My parents always treated me differently. They were always extremely hard on me and then when I needed them most they abandoned me and kicked me out. That's not family. Before I dropped out of school everyone would just stare at me whispering under their breath "freak." My sister would pass me in the hallway and just look at me with hateful eyes. Thing is I blamed her if she didn't go through my stuff that night and run her mouth to mom I believed that none of that would have happened. A couple tears cascaded down my cheek as I thought about everything I was leaving behind. My life wasn't always hell, there was happy moments. Happy memories that I will have forever, but I won't be able to come back to the places I love the most. I won't be able to take my truck for a drive on the back road, windows down, music blasting. I won't be able to go to the reservoir in the night time and go for a late night dip. I had to leave though because everything was just too painful. Driving by the place I use to call home and not being able to stop by. Driving my truck with country music blaring through the speakers. Going by certain spots and being hit with a wave of memories with the family I once had. As I walked away from this place I was running to a new beginning.