I've been running all my life from house to house, state to state.  But, I am tired now.  My feet hurt, and I need a safe place to lay my head.  A place that I want to be, and a place that wants me there.  My biggest fear is that my Son will be like me. Spending the better part of his younger years running, from whatever I ran from; I still don’t know exactly what experience converted me into a real flight risk. I’ve run from pain, sprint from hurt, and hurdled hate for so long I know who the real track stars are.  Found myself sneaking away silently from the people who really love me, mainly to keep from hurting them.  Everyone loves my “Cover-Girl.” I am the congeniality Queen, but no one can really deal with my insides, and I know that because I can't deal with it myself.  So, I'll continue to powder-puff my heart, and mascara my emotions.  Add a little concealer to hide my tears, because I love you a little too much to invite you into my pain.  I want to share many things with you, but my sorrow is not one.  So I'll meet you in the Health and Beauty aisle so I can find my favorite shade of blush.

It's called "Thought I was Smiling Blue."