Some days I just need to get away.

Away from people.

Away from drama.

Away from reality.

When my boss gets mad.

When my mom and I fight.

When I know I screwed up.

I need somewhere to disappear.

A place where I can curl into a ball and pretend that everything’s fine. Or bawl my eyes out.

Or listen to music. Or draw. Or just simply relax.

People need me too much. Always calling my name.

I need a hiding place.

A spot that is mine. Only mine.

Nobody will come looking with jobs or questions or favors or requests.

I’m too tired. Too busy.

I can’t do it all.

Where is my hiding place? They always find me.

I need a break. Give me a break.

“You look tired.” I am. I’m exhausted.

“You never smile.” I know.

I don’t have the time nor want.

Please stay away. I need a minute to myself.

I don’t have a hiding place. I don’t get to hide.

My responsibilities lead people to me.

This is wearing me out. I’m fading…