Even though this poem may sound Depressing.
It gets me through the day sometimes.
I took a train one day to see
If I could get away from me.
My scars, my past.
The pain seemed to last.
Through swift and far the engine sped,
Myself went hurrying on ahead.
I hurried through a secret door,
Myself had entered there before. I went into a room to hide,
Myslef already was inside
However fast and far I flee,
I cannot get away from me.