To: ME
You always run from what you need. It's true. It must be something about the way you see yourself. You turn pity into pride. It must hurt so bad inside because every time you try to see things clear again, you just run and hide and make things worse. You close your eyes and jump right from the fire into the oven. You run away when you're discovered because after you come all undone, and set off like a loaded gun, someone's got to come pick up all the pieces.