It's Easy
It's easy to feel
lost
when you're different
when you're the
new kid
when everyone
-the only one-
who was ever there for you
leaves.
It's easy to want
escape
when you know where to go
when nothing is right
when the place where you are
-not a home
not even close-
has become
worse.
It's easy to run
away
when you have no one
when you've been betrayed
when you have
powers
-stuff you've only
dreamed of-
that can help.
It's easy to live
with death
and darkness
and be the only
living thing
for miles around.
It's easy.
Kind of.