Running from Reality

I cannot stop running from reality,
Being the coward I know I am.
But the fact remains to be that one day I will tire and collapse to my knees,
my legs bloodied and bruised from its relentless pounding against the bare cement,
my eyes swollen and watering from the harsh winds battering them,
my hair mangled and knotted, cleanliness long forgotten.
And I realize I cannot flee from my truth, no matter how ugly,
the words of my foes reverberating within my head every day of my life
Reminding me of my insurmountable weaknesses, my limitless insecurities, my abominable flaws
And only one question remains: Why me?