Everyday Is Another Story~

So, I'm doing something insane.
Crazy and stupid and thrilling at the same time.
I'm usually a good girl, the one with the good grades and the teachers pet.
But now, I'm not afraid to show people who I really am.

My Mom panted my window's shut when I was little.
I'm chipping that paint away.
I'm breaking free of the walls in my house that are closing in on me.
I'm taking one of her art tools and making my escape like a prison convict.
I can see why they do it, the rush of it is exhilarating.

I've always wanted to do it.
I was just...I don't know, too scared?
But now I'm just going for it, and not looking back.
When I'm done, I'm going to sit on my roof, look up at the stars, and just sing.

And then, I'm going to get a piercing.
I don't know where, but I'm going for it.
My parents don't need to know.

I wonder...
I wonder what it will feel like to run away?
The thought crosses my mind every second of every day.
When I take my dog outside, I leave the backyard and travel a little.
I know long it takes her, so I push further a little more, see how fast I can go, how far, beat my record of the day before.

I'm not running away of course.
I mean it would never work.
It's just...
What would it be like to start new?
To not worry about your parents, to just get in the car and drive.
And drive.
And drive.

So little by little, my escape is near.
Summer is drawing closer minute my minute. I'm going to college during that time. I'm leaving home, flying out of my nest for the first time.
And the thought of it?
It fills me up to the brim with joy.
I just want this weight and stress of my dad and all this drama off my shoulders.

I just want to be free.