run

you feel the Fear tickling your feet

and your heart instantly skips a beat

you rest in the mud, you get stuck

you only need a bit of luck.

you decide walking back

like a weak stupid rat, you sweat

and you start to hopelessly regret 

you find yourself running around

and there is one horrifying sound

and it says -

listen, you fool, clean that baby chicken drool, 

in this morbid nightmare game

you will always, always lose

you are not the one to blame

because you never really got to choose.

know that you are not safe

and for your own god damn sake 

next time you are going out

take a breath

have a shout 

put your fucking shoes on

and let this tale be long gone.

"When you're walking home at night, do you ever get creeped out and even though it's silly and embarrassing you just want to run home?" It seemed too secret and personal to admit to a virtual stranger, but I told her, "Yeah, totally." For a moment, she was quiet. Then she grabbed my hand, whispered, "Run run run run run" and took off, pulling me behind her.” 

p.21, Looking for Alaska, John Green.