Run UpMature

Struggling for breath
in this place we call home
when the people around us
could be made out of foam
this is exhausting
how come all they want
is wishing to be normal
I cannot stand
the way they are
robots, I think
they lack so much emotion
I do not think
that I can keep running
not from these people
and I know not the world
but these things are like demons
they latch to your tail
and refuse to let go
I don't think it matters
once you've lost hope
but that is not me,
for I've cut the rope
and there is
nowhere to go but up.

The End

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