Nowhere to Hide

Sometimes I just want to run away.


But even if I run away from my life,

I can't escape my thoughts

and they are the true enemy.


They spout soul-crushing lies relentlessly 

and when no voice speaks differently,

you start to believe them. 


Every day I can't wait to be alone

so I can cry openly

but at the same time, 

I dread this time. 


The quiet stillness

is composed of everything I hate:

the all-encompassing loneliness

and the toxic thoughts.


So there is nowhere I can hide'

for in the chaos of life you find me

and in the silence as well. 

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