Academy Road

by Edwarda Elmskid

November 28, 2017

I ran down Academy road

With broken shoes

Scratched face and bruised shoulders

Some people shrugged and said ''who knew?'' but you didn't

No, you would ask why

And I created stories

Terrified of exposure

I created the most ridiculous distractions

I left this town never having told the truth

I remember you running after me waving

Calling my name

I ran and cried and hid, and you never found me

I sobbed in the bushes right up until you gave up

Proud of myself for being inpenetratable

But heartbroken that i had been successful

I tried burning down the science block

Now known as a troublemaking kid

and not as the girl with broken shoes, black eyes

The girl who cries on her own

Disdainfully they looked down at me as a lost cause

I found comfort in that nobody would find out about me

But you still tried

So I ran down Academy Road

You chased after me and asked again

I turned around and lied

In my mind I was screaming for release

Screaming the truth

But my face was grinning the most hellish grin

I called you names, the nastiest I could think of

Honing in on your insecurities like a sniper

Picking them off one by one

Reducing you to shock, then to heartbreak, then to tears

A special ability that runs in the family

All whilst my mind watched me from above

Horrified at the massacre I was comitting

and you gave up after then

I went home to my rotton house, triumphant

Cold, hurt, unfed

I couldn't believe what I had done

But part of me felt like I had no choice

I would be in this house forever and nobody would ever find out

It's just how it has to be

Maybe one day I will walk Academy Road again

This time as a bearer of truth

Understand I was just a child

And that although you never knew me

I will always remember the fact you tried to get to know me

And that alone I will remember for life

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