I do not belong here
A feeling I've had so long it is as natural as breathing
I wander through the day to day
As a ghost in purgatory
Not within not without
I try to blend in
But I am always as a tourist is my own city
As if it were a foreign land and I do not speak the language
Yet I can make my way
Know the side route and short cut
But I still struggle to feel connected to the city which has been my home my whole life
LA doesn't reject you, it just never cared