everyone

panic
restless paranoia
like a wild deer lost in the city

flight, I say, flight

running, always running
knowing it's not what I really need
knowing it's not fast enough
knowing I'll always see my refection anywhere I go

shallow breath lending an ear
but I am left more scared than ever
I am left with self
feeling egocentric for thought spent on perfection

label me
hurl your expectations on me
pretend you know what I need
go ahead, tell me you know me

Perhaps then, I shall get it right
Perhaps then, I will be good enough
Perhaps then, I will fit in
Perhaps then, I will be loved

running, always running

trying so hard to please
everyone.