Runaway

The ones who don't know my name say it's in my face, 

I always laugh and tell them no way,

But then I remember and give it away,

Full of reasons for why I can't stay,

I specialize in picking up strays, 

To see them well and see them off,

They come wounded and hurt my soul, 

But who am I to choose a better half, 

I come from a burnt palace where I played with ashes, 

Who am I to demand happiness,

I raised myself in a sea of longing swimming deeply with abandon,

Who am I to be treated fair,

They say I'm too far gone drowning in a pool of my own emotions where goodbye is always around the corner. 

A.M