Hell of a Place
Walking down the road with all the people of my age
Makes me feel like a stranger at this hell of a place
I try to fasten my pace, so I could spare a minute or two of this disgrace
I don't look back I stride till I'm out of their gaze
my eyes on concrete road, my hands on my bag strap
my gaze so unshaken by any mistake of passerby
People shouting at me as I became the reason for their small slip and slide
I don't listen, I don't stop, I stride till I'm out of their sight, out of their mind
They will curse at me saying 'what a mistake in this world is this girl'
I try to hold my tears as it finally sets in me, it could have been my last day at this hell of a place
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