<small>Stop and use this page as a prompt if you wish, or continue on from here. Or you could [[a mind to meander|go back to where the river begins]].</small> ---- Misunderstood overlooked parents, strangers, friends, asking if I’m good you want the best for me. Sure in your eyes I’ll never do good telling me my attitude would be better if I lived in the hood yeah it could maybe I should. Maybe I should run away and try the woods they said that lifestyle is easy dumpster dive and find some goods. I just don’t wanna be dirty walking through random neighborhoods no shower and no bath. I gotta leave that in the past. I need Wi-Fi. I won’t have cash, but I won’t have to go to class a teenage dream well not sleeping on grass a teenager and homeless. I’m walking on glass. Can’t call mom and dad don’t wanna look at that bed. I don’t wanna go back home no words to be said  Like a ran over deer wait I have to check my surroundings. I have to make sure it’s clear I’m 16 and alone for some reason there’s nothing I fear like running dodging cars. Every step cuts me, but I keep moving fast glass under my feet shattering my past. I can’t go back there like the same [[in time with the world around me|deer on the road]] with nowhere to run, but I gotta keep going the fights never done I want to voice to be heard not a mental hospital, but with this glass in my feet, I might need a nurse. Maybe I’m just cursed.