I must stay STRONG

I look in the mirror,
my hair is a tangled mess
my state of mind can't possible be clearer.
Running away would be best.

But where would I go?

'Im just a kid', They say.

I might flee to Chicago.

Or the clear Jersey Bay.

But what if I leave,

and my thoughts are wrong.

Then I must believe.

And I must stay strong.

Im going to go now and see,
just WHO will follow me.