Run away

MikeyA18

Another awkward situation.

Voices hashing out in pure frustration.

Heads turning right,

heads turning left.

Say my name,

now the Monkey's on my chest.

I can not take you tossing the blame.

We're all humans here. We all have shame.

It's time for you to face your guilt.

Stand high and tall in the castle you built.

Don't wanna face the concequences so you pass the buck

but I see you standing there, you're so stuck upo.

No talking your way out of this grave.

Could've apologised. I could've forgave.

But you spent all your time building up a wall

now you're doing nothing but destroying us all.

I can't take anymore of this, I'm done!

Now, I gotta run!

 

I'm getting away from this catastrophe!

(It's the source of my insecurity)

Can't you see involving me is killing me?!

(It's ripping open my mortality!)

I'm gonna pack my bags!

I'm gonna run away!

(Run,, run, run, run, run, run-away!)

Run away!

 

Another awkward situation.

Bring something up, no relation.

Shout profanity, you begin to yell.

You don't know this is my worst kind of hell.

Chop up your words, let's begin to blame.

Go ahead, go ahead, say my name.

See how much longer I stay around this place.

 

I'm getting away from this catastrophe!

(It's the source or... forget it!)

I'm packing my bags! I'm gonna run away!

Run away!

 

I'm running out the door!

(Run away, Run away)

Cus I can't take anymore!

(Gotta run, gotta run, gotta run!)

I'm running out the door!

(Run, run, run, run, run, run away!)

Cus I can't take anymore!

(Gotta run, gotta run, gotta run away!)

 

I'm getting away from this catastrophe!

(It's the cause of my insecurity!)

Can't you see involving me is killing me?!

(It's ripping open my mortality!)

I'm gonna pack my bags!

I'm gonna run away!

(Run, run, run, run, run, run away! x6)

Run away!

Run away!

  • Author: MikeyA (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 20th, 2017 01:24
  • Comment from author about the poem: Imagine yourself in a situation where two loved one of yours are fighting in front of you and then out of nowhere, you are in the middle. What do you do? This is what happens in my mental state. The verses and chorus lines in () are the thoughts in the battled head.
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