the monster

the escape is what i used to call it.
running from the world.

thats all it truely is,
take a trip everyday
but really just running.

running away, cowardly
refusing to single handedly
face my problems on my own

it was nice for awhile
ofcourse, everything is
at one point or another.

but now its become my
deamon, my flaw
its a monster that is now
just another thing i run from

but im done running.
the time has come to
grow up. face up. show
up

theres much more to life
than every day trying to
keep the clouds in my face.

but that escape was so easy
it was so comfortable
i miss it.

but i cant go back
its not worth it, i
cant risk it.

its a monster, chasing me as
i run. i hate it when it tries to
pull me back into the life that
im so whole heartedly trying to
evade.

let the smoke clear
and the days full of
haze be layed to rest.

let the morning bells ring
for i am here, and i am here
to stay.

the true me and the only me
the me with out the monster.

i see the light on my own, i see
the big picture. only got one life
and i plan to live it right.

i love all the people that love me,
but ive made this change for me.

i cant live like that, no way no how.
end up dead or in jail, neither a place
i see myself enjoying.

a real mind, made a real conclusion.
no more running, no more confusion.

im done and im here.