It is as if a boulder has lain on me,

Incapable of moving,

Dying to run away,

The consistent targets at times make me sick,

I wonder how this all makes sense,

Sometimes I want to hide and run,

Just be silly and dancing all day,

I do want to build my life,

But I'm tired of all this running,

So much tales and unending things,

I'm building my peace,

So that I can get out.