I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately.
I hated my father and I had no one to trust. I was on my own.
I’ve been thinking of running away.
I want to do it so bad, and I can do it. I’d just grab a large bag and fill it with the necessary things;
Lotion, lip balm, a few pairs of underwear, bras, T-shirts, jeans, pads, tooth-brush, my retainers, my phone and my dignity.

But where would I go?

Should I go to my cousin Tasha’s house, who’s been through so much, and told me I can trust her?
There’s no one else.
I have no one else.

Oh, I almost forgot. I’d also take my backpack- I wasn’t about to skip school. Being around my friends washes my sadness away.
I have a perfect attendance record for the last two years and I’m proud of that.

I have nothing here in this house.
My parents’ renovated it, and my real home is underneath this stupid house.

My 9-year-old brother can’t keep a secret, so he’ll always bust me.
My grandmother watches me like a freakin’ hawk.
My parents don’t let me live my life.

I don’t feel sorry for myself and my life isn’t terrible…
It’s just not right for me