It feels like I am enslaved.
I am stuck in a system in which I do not know how to conduct myself.
Debts lie on the table.
They want to impose their chicness.
Pills are in my bag,
And prayer on my tongue.
I am the oddball,
And the oddball desires to be free.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 1:57 PM UTC
It feels like I am enslaved.
I am stuck in a system in which I do not know how to conduct myself.
Debts lie on the table.
They want to impose their chicness.
Pills are in my bag,
And prayer on my tongue.
I am the oddball,
And the oddball desires to be free.
