Res
I arrived at a residential facility today,
The people are nice but the thoughts scream profanities
my overalls get looser as the day goes on,
and I feel like I'm shrinking, but maybe that's a good thing
my mind is a sullen cloud,
heavy with the weight on my shoulders
I sit in a chair unable to think, they may think I'm disgusting too
the echoes exacerbate the evil spirit that eggs on my eagerness to escape
never have I felt so welcomed, yet so alone
I scream and suffer in silence.
Copyright © S. Grace | Year Posted 2021
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