i should be running,

away from all,

who break my heart

and scar my soul,

who take my dreams

and break them up

into little pieces

of worthless flutter

and never look

at who i am

and wouldnt want to see me,,

even if they could.

well, im here,

i am

and i dont know

what to do with me,

or how to be,

or if i can,

but i know,

i do, i do,

that you,

you can not,

have my

spirit.