Running Parallel: The flood gates are open, my heart is yet broken. My mind is a place where memories are made and my trust fades. I'm losing faith, I'm losing hope. I may have the choosing to run, but I possess the resilience to stay. My anger is hot and my fury is at play. I am doing my best to keep the beast at bay. You can run, you can hide. You are not the last to have tried. I will avenge the feelings that were lost. You should have learned that I am not one to be crossed. I forbade no more tears to fall. I am not weak nor am I strong. But I have the sense to stand tall, be proud, to not falter, to be me, and that's the way it should be.