Stuck on the edge of a broken keyboard
typing and telling the stories
that have branded my skin
a different shade of moral
you see where I come from
abandoned alleys speak louder
than the busiest boulevards
people aren’t as friendly
as they seem in the pamphlets
it’s halloween year round
with the masks everyone
hides behind
every honest answer
is cut with a lie
and we have a habit
of getting high
on everyone else’s mistakes
but our own.