Running Away
Chaotic family
Everyone fighting for the attention
Always being forgotten in the background
If I leave no one will even notice that the baby sister has gone missing
I pack my bags and begin my journey to find a new family
Quickly welcomed by the cold, frigid air, I start to rethink
Walking my street with nothing more than a bag of chips to survive on
I’ve made it to the stop sign and realized there’s nowhere to go
It’s too cold, I want the fireplace and warm protection of my blanket
The small taste of freedom is quickly outweighed by fear and doubt
With my head hung low, I start going back to where I belong
Home sweet home
This so reminds me of my son running away one afternoon and just when I was going into full panic mode I saw him coming back through the woods towards home--he had to go to the bathroom! I love the line: "Walking my street with nothing more than a bag of chips to survive on."
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