Run Away

I don't know who you are. I'm scared to let you out. I don't wqant to b rejected. That's all everyone wants: To be accepted. I don't know about everyone, but I know I do. I'm sick of people judging me. You would be too. Yes, I may be bigger than you. Yes, I may not be the prettiest. But at least I know deep down I'm a good person. I guess that's all that matters in the end. But I walk down halls, streets. And I feel so alone. Like an outcast. A reject. A person who's dark and cold. A person who's so broken I wake up and wonder why I'm here. Why am I here? All I do is live my "life" in fear. Is that even considered a life? Being afraid almost every day and night. I'm afraid of who I can be. I'm scared to let you out of me. I'm scared to speak. I'm scared to think. Because of what I might say. It'll always be negative in a way. I'm scared to hold my head up high. It's always down. That's not a surprise. I'll never look into your eyes. I'd rather you not notice my face. I'd rather run away