I know you half expect me to smile
when you tell me to
and you think that it doesn't burn
to rub away your beating breaths
when i'm constantly wrapped up
in off-white polyester
weathering alone between the sheets
you'll probably forget the shape of my mind
when you tried relentlessly to mold it into
something you could hold
i promise you're no monster
but you're not from this world
you're out of place,
this town always had a bitter taste
for you