Runaway

I am fifteen

Days away from maturity

Wishes of the big screen

Wandering the streets of the lost

I am a runner

The opportunity comes often

I pack up my things

And hide away

From what, you ask?

Anything

I am a coward

It is not fear that makes me one

It is not my lack of bravery

It is that rather than being somewhere

That I may call home

I’d rather run

I am a thinker

No fight or flight mode activated

It is almost an instinct now

I’d rather be anywhere but here

For absolutely no reason

I am a loner

Rather than being in the company

Of the ones who love me most

I shut them out for good

And do what I do best

I am a heartbreaker

Though I do not chase boys

And tell them it’s over

I see the looks

In my parents eyes

When I pack my bags once more

And bolt for the door

I am a child

Not as mature as I seem

I present myself well

If not to impress,

It’s to make my get-away.