Everyone’s in rags.
Everyone I know at least.
I’m in proper clothes.
A decent shirt.
For once.
Everyone’s in chains.
Everyone I thought I knew.
Except for me.
I’m loose.
I’m free.
Everyone’s a wolf.
Creeping in the shadows.
I’m a lowly sheep.
Pawing at the dirt.
Everyone’s so boring.
Stuck inside little loops.
Repeating and repeating.
I’m a dreamer.
But I’m sinking and sinking.
Everyone’s a critic,
Mother always said.
Everyone’s so childish.
Playing games inside their head.
Everyone’s so damaged,
But they pretend not to be.
Everyone pretends.
Everyone except for me.
