Much too dark
Where I come from
Much too bright
Where I go
I want to change
The whole world now
But I am
Not able to
I don’t like
All these people
I hate the
Way they live
The things they eat
And drink and
All their friends
They are with
Waiting for a
Thing I love
But what is it?
But what do I like?
Not the sunshine at day
Not the moonlight at night
I live a life off the shelf
And I don’t even like myself
Disgust the heat
Of summer
Almost as much
As cold
Like nature
Trees and flowers
Kids and pets
As much as mould