Run Running Ran Goodbye

I keep running every time it's just too much
I seem to enjoy it as I've ran so many times so many miles so many lost places and shattered hearts so many broken lights nowhere to be seen with so many sad faces so many angry masks over sad tears so many persona's exist faking love, care, and affection when in truth we don't know how nor even what we do we act like we know everything when in truth we know nothing so instead of saying "I am wrong" we continue boasting "I am right" but one day I fear what this world will become because masks are only temporary and I've seen what happens when they fall break and shatter it's not pretty because our closest enemy decided to camouflage itself as our most caring friend and try though I may try though I might I'm pretty sure I'll still be broken tonight... So I'll do what I do best I won't stand tall and proud though because someone stole my mask as I slept so I'll run with blurry eyes.
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This was frustration and anxiety written into a poem, my stepfather has always thought himself great at hiding behind a "mask" of sorts, but I've been noticing his truths for most of my life, add in that I notice other people too and an anxiety attack and this is what happened nearly more then a year ago.