Fugitive

Barely slipped by but, I'm still considered a fugitive in their minds
Living on, as things fall apart around me
Yet stopping this from happening can feel like a burden
A weight entirely upon me
To stop it, I may need to turn myself in
Or I could keep running
Like a coward or a man who knows he doesn't deserve it
The kindness and appreciation from others, I certainly need that
Although it does not change the outcome
It changes the long run of my journey, my own way to get there
Facing the facts
I'm guilty before proven innocent...