The thought of being a stranger to everyone was mildly soothing.
Not a soul would know 
Who I am
Or what I’ve been through
Or what I’ve done.

So, I packed up all of my things and left.
I changed my number
And I set out for a new life
In a new town
With new spaces
And new crowds.

Months later and I realized
I still have to live with
Who I am
And what I’ve been through
And what I’ve done.

Leaving didn’t change the things I have been so desperately running from my whole life.