Running , by bobbi
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hide from my mom,
she gets meaner at night
she won't remember by morning
or at least that's what she'll say
pretend to be asleep
my heart gives me away
racing like running in my mind
just to get away
from the beer smell
the unprovoked rage
and at times, her fist
from the tears I cry only at night
when other kids can't see
how lonely I am.
and how worthless I feel.
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Posted: 2011-03-20 09:06:10 UTC |
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