crashes my well being
my urges to become
rooted into civilized society
from house to home
my city scape makes me
want to run free + wild in the woods again
away from this terminal distress
my family + my neighborhood
without real trauma they make it up as they go along
I feel like scratching my eyes out
at their ungratefulness for living a decent life
what if everything I have been through
didn’t have to happen?
what if everything you believed was a lie?
could we start all over?
correct our regrets?
or is it like chasing the shadow of clouds?