You come home with bloodshot eyes
Giving a swift hit in the face
You see me and say
What a disgrace
I am not like you
Your so soft yet judgmental
For you every must be conventional
I venture off from your normal pace
You cannot look at me in the face
As you see me leave this place
Leaving behind the safe feel
Of your omnipresence
I found myself in a blank space
New and unconventional
I no longer feel safe
And it’s great
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