They Run

As soon as the old familiar rears its disfigured head
They run
They make their excuses
Some of them pretend it's for my own good
That it's them that's sick, not me
But for all my flaws, gullibility was never one
A caring nature and a kind heart, yes
But never blind trust
It's the false platitudes that hurt the most
Why pretend that I'm more than a game?
Run away
Run away from me
Run away from the half woman, half monster
Paint me as a witch
Speak of my disfigurement, your disgust
Run
I won't be chasing you