Stranger everywhere

These people are not your friends

This town is not your home

You are a stranger in a familiar place

But stranger all the same

Lost among the refuse and the weeds

The dregs weigh a ton and their roots go deep

The frustration you are feeling is natural

It's all part of the trauma

When you wake up clutching your pillow

Like you are choking someone to death

Then you will truly know 

That it has finally manifested 

And you have become something else

Than what you were when you were born

You could do well somewhere else, anywhere else

You could fulfill what you are really capable of

You just have to cut the roots off

And walk through the pain