I will run out the door,
Let me jump out the window,
The gas pedal I will floor,
Anything to get me out of this town.
I am sick of everyone knowing all-
Gossip over fences and
who made out with who in the school hall.
Searching for that anonymity,
Big cities and bright lights
don't stifle that sunrise in my veins,
Rushing my soul into its full height,
In my loneliness I have found my home.
You want me to stop being cryptic?
Let me tell you the truth-
I loathe that face in the mirror
and I am seeking a place that does not know me,
In that maybe I can be free.
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