I though
Maybe if I run away.
Maybe if I sprint fast and far enough
They won’t catch me.
I thought
Maybe if I hide.
Maybe if I feel the haze of the drugs enough
They will dance with me.
But eventually
I started getting tired of running away,
They caught up with me.
The drugs started wearing off,
They stopped dancing with me.
So now
I’ll stop running.
I’ll stop hiding.
I’ll sit here and play with my demons.