My Hurt and confusion is following me
Itís my shadow everywhere
No where to hide
And no where to run
I canít get away as hard as I tryÖ
Please just donít ask why I cry
Every time I think about it
More tears seem to fall
The clouds are settling all around me
And the storms just brewing for disaster
Can I run any faster?
Can I protect myself from the pain?
Oh, hereís the rain
Run faster, faster itís falling
I enjoy the way you convey the art of escape here. Though this is a state that I hate to think about people being in, you present it well with your words..
Some of it seems a bit clichť, with the "nowhere to hide" and "nowhere to run", but it picks up in the second stanza.
I certainly hope this isn't purely about your current state, but I think that this first person character would find the happiness waiting when the clouds pass if they would simply quit running with the storm, and choose instead to face it.