after Mark Hillringhouse Trapped under the pressure it builds up and becomes harder to hide a feeling and proof you can’t ignore simply looking back and shutting the door without thinking the memories flowing in like a broken record each time breaking my heart. Constant arguments the old memories of an amazing moment with parents becoming a blurry past. A simple I hate you deeply carved into the hearts of those who seemed to care a broken picture frame, containing the past I wish to relive the wall I used to hide behind started crumbling down. And when I look back to what I've said and done It's far too late. The door already has been sealed shut. For a long time, I’ve dreamt of a life of freedom, a bohemian life now realizing it wasn’t the life I wanted to live. It was to run away from reality who knows, maybe my problems. Sometimes we just need to run away.