Runaway

Maybe she's a bit imperfect,
Maybe she's not worth it.
Maybe she should just run away.

"Screw this!" she screamed,
as the tears started to stream,
right down her pale cheek.

She packed her bags,
put her belongings in a sack.
She doesn't plan on coming back.

Slammed the door as she walked away,
too many thoughts in her hear, but no words to say.
Her words wouldn't have done anything anyway.

Whistled for a cap to pick her up,
so she could escape this town, surely not soon enough.
As the rain pours, her tears disappear, no longer showing up.

Soon she'd be gone.
Maybe sing her favorite song.
And dance her pain away.

Maybe she's a bit imperfect,
maybe she's not worth it.
Maybe she's on her own.

Left with no money in her pocket,
None in the bank, no job yet...
Another tear fell as she said "Fuck this."

cities flew by, along with time.
No knowing where's she's going,
Somewhere where she'll see the sun shine.

Stops at an airport in shame,
sneaks on a plane,
following her dreams to get some fame.

She wanted to be a singer,
She wanted to try the life with fame,
But now she's wanting to be accepted again.

Too late to turn back, she thinks.
Too bad she didn't think this through.
As her conscience sinks into a deep sleep.

She awakes the next morning with a text on her phone,
She read it aloud,
"Please come home."

Her mother did care, she realized,
as she hit reply,
with a simple "i love you, I'll be there tonight."

Maybe she's a bit imperfect,
but maybe she IS worth it,
She just had to search deep to find this.