by virre about 6 years ago
Running, running from the people behind me. I don't have the time to look back. But I know they are after me. I flee along the soccer field once again. As I have done for so many days after school. There words are thrown at me , they hit me like the punch that knocks out the boxer. The though of boxer reminds me, I am not small any more, I have been running through this fields to training, to practice, to learn to fight back.
I turn around, I use my words to shield myself from there words, I know my way with words. They can not hurt me anymore , I am myself now. They can say what they want but I am free to be me. I don't care about them anymore.
I will never run again.