fleeing ferret fleeing from unseen demons, running through the dark the shrill, haunting voices of those that would throw me from the path following my every step i would try to face them, but alas, i am too weak still take some time to grow my faith, while they feed on my despair grown from childhood, still to be completed, it's going to get worse before it gets better searching for love, running from hate finding myself, my life incomplete hiding from others, while wishing for change maybe if i close my eyes the world will see what it has done to me 030524 what's it to you? who go blather from