we hid under the ramp when it rained
it was made out of splinters
and stained with graffiti
we sat and didn't speak
just looked at grey puddles on grey concrete
and dry grey stones under our feet
we waited because the ramp was a shield
battle scarred and wet
with graffiti that we made

screams of the victorious:
they yell, play, and loudly chant
but i feel abducted
i can't

turning my ears inside out
they sit on a pile of chairs
pile of happy people
no chance

dim empty hallway
the walls soak in my whole warmth
their loud buzzing stings and pulls
like this, i go forth

i'm a gargoyle, stone
to violently walk by, laugh
about me sitting outside
misfit and a half

there's this jet black rust
that forms deep inside your chest
when everyone else's worst
is your very best

dear, one day i swear
one day i swear i will write
a tall text-wall like warfare
about how i sat outside