Runaway Poem by Icy rivas

I am only 12
and what do you see
what they do
stings me like a bee
and they dont know
how much it hurts
one day they are going to push me into a overdoce
so I have no choice
I have to go
you made me this way
you tired my heart into bow
so I pack some clothes
shoes, socks, but not any stress
and I will leave a note on your desk
I am sorry
but I cant take it
even when I'm not happy
you make me fake it
so I walk out the door
and I dont look back
slide my feet off the matt
I stop for a second
to whispter bye bye
if only you can see whats inside