no 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.