Back here again.
Wanting to disappear.
Can't understand why
anyone would want to socialize.
Except with family.
Family doesn't count.
I can always see family.
I believe they can see me.
I want to do my job
because I have to do my job.
At the moment,
I can't understand why
people want to be light
and make with the chit chat.
I am trapped by the future.
Shoved into a box.
Afraid for the country.
Afraid for the world.
It's actually comfortable in the box.
Safe. Silent. Just me.
Pay attention.
