Sunshine-poser

As he walked she stood beside him, wearing a mask made by friends and fate, she was ugly to him, merely his conscience and company, scaring away anything that would harm him, he tripped and stumbled over her, giving her bruises and scars that would last forever, she would get scared and try to leave, but his hand would grip her tighter, then one day he just let her go, and terrified she ran away, alone on the abandoned streets she doesn't know what to do, where strangers poke and laugh at her, she hides, if only you saw her, in worse shape tan before, beaten more harshly by feelings, she sat on the damp street alone wishing,

I run as fast as I can, away from the fears, tears, and broken years, I know that I'll never really get away, things will always be the same, never a different yesterday, I'll aways be running, and never getting anywhere, I don't like it, its not fair, it wasn't my choice, it was theres, In my opinion, I've always just been a waste, put here to make everyone miserable, and irate.