The Runner

All my life I've been this way; when things get tough I refuse to stay. 

I shift searching for comfort and content; a change to heal the pain is my sole intent.  

But though it takes time my new found happiness begins to slow; the anxiety and unease follow me wherever I go. 

New school, new State, new job, new Country, new love; this has to be it, I pray to Anyone above. 

Yet it's me alone who needs to learn to be happy; and not allow my Heart, Head or feet twicht when I start to feel crappy. 

It's hard to accept that my expectations are too high; things will not always be easy but that's not a reason to fly. 

My search is over, here is where I will remain; things will not always be perfect but I refuse to run again.