Poems usaually stray with a emotional devour
Well I wrote this one in the shower

As a stereotype walks they think in this one place,minds are lost
They think we all have 1000 strange thoughts in this place,
When I only have 52 and sing , and pace

They think it’s peaceful but the reality is when you have to hold your head up,
it bends your neck and the liquid burns your skin

Stereotype,oh stereotype
please cry for me tonight