Broken Wings

I ran away from home. I couldn't stay there anymore. It's funny how everyone thinks you're this pretty girl with a perfect life but don't know what goes on behind closed doors. Behind those doors is hell on Earth. My dad used to take his anger out on my mom but stopped and took it out on me whenever mother wasn't home. I don't get why. Did I do something? Did something go wrong? I needed to run away. Far away. That's why I ran away to LA. I know I didn't finish school but, how can I when everything that happens at home plays over in my mind. I was just roaming the streets when I first got there and sat by trees gazing out at the stars. But one night I decided to walk along the beach at night and walk down a long road. That's when he took me under his wing, and took care of me. And I thank him for that. For finding me.