Escape

Run-away. Run-away. Passing the life you hated to live. Passing the fear you feared the most. Escaping what you are to become.
Layer after layer, you hide leaving it behind. The worries and sorrows. The anguish and hate. Come with me to the land Make-Believe. Where I am you and you are me.
Switching faces, switching lives, leave it or take it, a masterful disguise.
Fooling, and tricksters become our friends till we lose who we are in the end.
You’ll look you’ll search, but you’ll never find that one life you left behind.
Don’t you cry, stay with me, forever and always, a Make-Believe.





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amy404555555555 said...
Aug. 23, 2010 at 2:12 am
i loved it,i think we all would like to escape to the land of make-believe, very well written.
 
Thesilentraven This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 19, 2010 at 7:08 pm
I liked this poem and the message. I saw and shared the longing for what you call 'the land Make-Believe.' I really like the style in which this was written, and I applaud you for it.
 
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