Goodbye, *******, goodbye.
I'm leaving you, never returning.
Thank the god I don't believe in,
I'm getting far, getting gone.
Don't know why, but
in every awkward eye-contact
connection eluded me further.
My soul felt ******, back-tracked
into black trash bins where
the forgotten things go to live.
Don't know why, but
every teetering moment of fear
when time would pass too slow
for words to escape my mouth
in the proper manner,
anxiety, a red-faced banner,
they'd come tumbling over
teeth and tongue,
clunky 3D cubes instead
of smooth, laughing vibrations,
wide open like a false smile
on my face.
Forever an outsider here;
now I leave to go outside of here.
Now that I see it
with gazing eyes tired of trying
to see good in a situation,
it couldn't be more clear
to me that misery here is drawn
like karmic dust;
an ego shield is a must,
but I have none.
I'm sorry;
I cannot speak
for lack of happy things to say.
But I'll be here for a little longer
and then I'll be away.