Running down the street.
I stop to pace myself.
Looking back at the lonely house.
I know i cant run away from my troubles.
But theres no way i can face them again.
My mind tormenting me making me crazy with criticism.
I decided to slowly make my way back.
Though i know the consequence.
As i reach the front porch my breathe becomes heavy.
I feel nacuous.
I could hear the mutters of voices from the inside.
My hand moves to the handle with out me telling myself to.
twisting the nob seems like an eternity of stillness.
I know my fate but i cant stop.
The twisting stop and the door creeks open like a rusty gate.
Creeping in i walk straight to the room where i hear the muttering.
Sitting there are my parents with there heads hung low.
i said "i know what ive done and i deserve this so."
My body turns and moves to the door.
The run again i will endure.
