Running to fit in..

When my plan was to runaway.. these were the words that my pen formed:

When you wake up, I'll be gone but thanks for all you've done. I'm just that type of girl to cause problems and run.

Word association - "home" now pairs with "you." But a wandering soul can only stay so long and my time is through.

I'm everything you didn't think you got and nothing you thought you would. I'm glad you opened up and told me where you stood.

Like a scared, small child I hid the truth.

 Still, when you found out, it was me you tried to sooth.

I'm sorry but I can't be accepting of a love lacking conditions.
And the way you trust with with no suspicions.

I'm not like you, though I wish I was, and here, I'll never fit in.
You're going to figure me out and find I am what I've been.