Coming, Running. Poem by Desiree Whitamore

all i have to do is run
all i have to do is pack.
all i have to do is leave, and never look back.
sure they may send someone racing after me, and call it some tragedy.
sure they might miss me, and sure they may cry.
but they don't ever see the tears in my eyes.
so why should i care how they act?
Why should i care what they think?
this is MY life.
They make it harder to breathe.
everyday the thought in my mind is running
and everyday the bigger explosion is coming.
i'll have to leave soon