I have no idea my friend,
how I got here, and I
have no idea why I stay this way.
The drama keeps dripping in my eyes.
I’m not quite sure what happened yesterday,
and I don’t want to cause trouble. And I don’t
want to be bothered with their *******.
I want to be left alone, but their eyes
are always on me. And yet…
I am not a god
A poem about the suburbs.