A Runaway Poem by ChiCyn Ndulaka

A homeless runaway,
may not belong to a family now,
still got a life,
have my own back,
yet not a normal childhood.

It doesn't matter if I don't,
I don't have to be like everybody else,
If I got my own back,
Then how I end up in this place,
yet so hospitalized and so clean.

Smelling like the doctor's office,
full of the familiar clean air,
That i breathed once before,
When I entered the world,
with the person; who gave me life.

I feel so hurt,
not even the bandages,
that cover these wounds,
crying in pain,
can free me from it.

It's something I can't describe,
I have never felt this before,
I can't remember what caused this,
I thought I'll always be okay,
but I'm not anymore.

I have learned my lesson,
that's so unforgettable,
no eraser so tough,
can erase this,
yeah, my stupid and wrong decision.

Like leaving was my best plan,
I know I wasn't the brightest,
to choose to live a wretched, gang-like life,
that brought me here,
and leave the ones I loved the most.

My life is not flawless,
nobody's perfect,
the kind of life I live now,
is not better than the lifestyle I had before,
aka the original.

My current lifestyle is only a fake,
trying to form something it is not,
a screw up and a mistake,
anything,
but the original.