Fleeing.
Fleeing from what\'s inside.
Fleeing from what\'s behind.
I want it to go away.
But without it I would not live another day.
Inside my head.
Sleeping in my bed.
It knows what I said.
Won\'t let me forget.
Throwing sadness in my face.
Cannot be replaced.
Why do I have such animosity
When all I\'m fleeing from is me?