Hannah*

They call me out
in the middle of the night
I am tired
they pick a fight
I stand there wondering,
"how could this be"
what about her?
why only me
It must have been obvious,
I must have shown
They got so curious
they must have known
they ask the whos, whens,and whys
I break down and start to cry
they back down a little
I take my chance
I run like hell
without even a glance