What am I Running From?

Something that cant be hidden away.
The floor is too small for such a thing like this.
I would shine in the sun.
I would be kicked around.

I could be smashed into the ground.
You could be drunk, you never know.
You could either leave me there on the ground,
Leaving me to rot or clean me up.

What have I become?
I cant even look at myself anymore,
Mirrors aren't even an option, never.
Why did i fall for this again?

Running away from solutions.
Forgettin my glasses,
And blocking you out,
And squinting my eyes.

What have I become?
I cant even look at myself.
What have I done?
I dont know, mirror's are never a solution.

Letting myself go would never be the answer.
I can fake smiles, but i cant forget the past.
What am I running from?

The life thats behind me?
The name's I have been called.
The bruises that I have lied about.
The things that I have been told.

What am I running from?