They run.
From themselves they chase.
Wanting to find that place.
To escape and isolate themselves.
From themselves they chase.
Unable to face what they've done.
To themselves.
And run they do.
But to where will they go.
Not to show who they are to be,
Exposed.
Running.
From themselves they chase.
Hoping to find that place to know.
To one day feel comfortable enough,
Within themselves to stay!
And not fear from threats they create!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem