Sometimes I feel that I run from myself, and in a way I think most of us do sometime or another in our life. There is a time when you feel that you hate yourself so much you just want to get away, then you remember that it is you. There is only so long you can deny that until it becomes more painful that the original thing you were running from. I hope that because we all do this that when we finally acept ourselves that we feel...like all or that running was worth it. Or at least that is what I hope for. Good poem, I really liked it.