Break

Break Break for it I had to make a break for it had to leave I felt like I didn't belong there I felt the anxiety rising in my chest I felt the anger boiling but a willingness to just get away so with a forceful, disappointed look I walk away, a look of disdain I walk away, now a look of concern Should I walk back and say what I need to say or should I just save it should I just let it roll of my shoulder but the anxiety rose faster than my left foot and the will to turn around was met with a will to run so at breakneck speed I'm gone I'm gone down the street, past the store past the speeding cars next to me while the words of triple blonde party rings in the background of my mind 'Loser' 'Loser' I guess I'm a loser I'm a loser... This whole week is a just a slap to the face a homemade device to try and keep me down keep me in line a warden who tried to break me and would claim fame for turning a criminal to a saint This way, I guess I have felt before This feeling, I've been trying to turn it around for weeks but my reward is no progress Can time reverse itself Everything I stretch for is a few fingers out of reach so I guess this is where the story ends I guess this is where the ending begins for I stretch for a better ending the perfect cliffhanger the perfect period but what I'm searching for is just out of reach so I'll say good night for a better tomorrow please will you allow my wish to come true If not, well I don't blame you and know I don't hate you whoever you may be just carry some sympathy for me