The truth

I am here, that is true, and I am alone. You think to yourself why does no one come. The people you spent months with, or the ones who had you for years, the ones who kept you safe, even the oven never comes. I walked and walked for miles. I have retraced my steps, now, been back to that place, even now, I see it. It wasn't that bad but I had to leave, my mind goes blank I remember walking away. I just don't remember where I went. I know where I ended up though. RUNAWAY! Once the label is on you it never goes away. I didn't run I say, I told them I was going...I waited all night for someone to come anyone....RUNAWAY in my file on my papers. New family, new Mom, new Dad. How many parents can a kid have? I will never forget....make one mistake and you will move again...there are worse places. Only so many good homes to be had, your running out... beware. There is never a feeling like the one you get when you first walk in a new home. The fear, all the kids looking at you, wanting a story....your story. They ask but you know no need to tell. Rich kid. Still follows me no matter were I go. It sucks!