29no matter how far i run
i am still 16
i'm trapped and frozen to death
and nobody has let me out of the closet
i want to go home but i don't want to see my mother
i also want my friends but all i have are the same scars
only crying is a constant
i say i am not weak and this no longer will happen again
but i wake up and i am 16 and unable to leave
some part of me was so broken that it never got past that year
she is sitting on the roadside with a broken leg
crying for a ride like a baby bird with no wings
the runt of the litter is always left behind
my current and future selves deny any relation
but we are one and the same.