Her Deepest Desire

They ask why she is so eager to escape, To pack her life into boxes and drive away. She wants to say: I just want to get away. Away from the straight-A student. The unpaid therapist. The disappointing daughter. She wants to be known by people she chooses. Someone who looks closely and sees past her mask. But she swallows the truth. Hollywood sold her that rescue script, And she knows life isn't a movie. But God, she so desperately wanted it to be. She chases the fiction anyway, Because it is the only fuel left in her engine, The single thread keeping her whole. If she stops reaching for that perfect life, What else is left to hold her up? Without the dream, she drops into the dark.