sitting in the frame of a high white window
the people are so little; they don”t know they”re fake
I stay still now, I don”t exist now
they are painted all over in careful colors
I don”t like it here, it never changes enough
I never feel safe, and I don”t like it here
Picking through translators, turning down eyes
I can”t talk correctly when they cover their ears
so far away and freezing, I”m put together wrong
the people are plastic, and I”m stuck in twisting ties
I don”t like it here, and I”m cold all the time.
I can”t stop thinking, I can”t drown me out
keep closing my eyes, keep writing this down
the sounds get all bloody, and I do, I do too
I don”t like it here, the world is all fake
the walls scream too loud, and I never feel safe