Best Breakup

He ran, he raced, he got up and fled, He sped from the thoughts in his mind, He had to escape from his tormented world, Evading the things he would find, From the demon herself living deep in his head, From her beautifully horrible voice, From her words filled with honey covered rational views, He was the one with a choice, To stay and give air to these eyes that were dead, Give time to what he knew was untrue, Or to run and escape the clutch of fake real, And become happy and better and new, Yes, he outran those demonic words in his head, The negative committee no longer hounds, Now he walks with honest and healthy good thoughts, His mind is now healthy and proud.