never turning back.
in a year from now i will be lacing up my shoes for the last time here.
preparing to leave this small town i thought was once my home.
where the chickens roamed wild, along with my dreams
and pretty much everyone knew their neighbor.
finally i’ll be able to drive and never look back.
back to the sheltered life i once lived.
i just want to experience life the way i’m supposed to.
i want to be adventurous and rebellious and be able to learn from my own mistakes,
but how am i supposed to do that when i’m chained to these four walls i call home.
to be able to escape and piece together who i truly am,
but being constantly surrounded by this pain, hurt, and harm
makes a blooming flower wilt.