She ran, all she could do is run

Nothing was private.
It was as if her every thought was on a teleprompt.
She had no secrets.
Everything was in the open.
She was ashamed, hurt, broken.
She couldn't forget it.
It was like veinum rushing through her veins.
More and more pain with each trust of the heart.
Confronting the problem, was not an option.
So, she ran. All she could do was run.

Run away from the trama.
Run away from the cruel world.

Living in a small town didn't help her case.
Everybody talked.
Therefore, the story continued to change.

Should she care?
No.
Does she?
Of course.

She's choosing to ignore the comments.
She's not going to let them see her break.
They will find new entertainment soon.

Everything will heal, she will be okay.
Eventually.

The scars will remain.
But they are her reminders to stay strong.
Move on.