Spending my life running after
things I can not have.
Speeding toward my down fall with
brakes that won't work.

Running after a dream that will never
come true.
Chasing rainbows but ending up with
dark, foreboding clouds filled with pain.

Running harder and harder to change
the things about myself that are unbecoming
and bitter to the taste.
Things like acting so needy when it comes
to friendships.

Smothering those around me ,I'm like a fungus.
People sense this and soon they disappear.
Running away from me just as I ran to catch up
with them.
I never think before I speak.
I never consider the consequences of what
my words may cause.

I understand why I have no friends.
If I understand it then why can't I change?
Running away from life afraid to face my demons.
Seems I will be always running and chasing dreams
that will never come true because I am who I am.

© 2006 Written By Sandra Gard