I\'ve grown out, to deeply resent
How absolutely draining
It is to pretend
Smile, cheers, social norms
This boredom
And it\'s ugly forms
They are interesting
I guess that\'s fine
Linen, cotton, spritz lime
London, Greece, Paris, sure
Ahead they speak
This show!! is this the cure?
Here\'s my time
That was solely mine
I offered it again, zero price
Hoping they\'d tell me how
This can end easy
Or atleast, get better now
Oh! but nothing appears true
My creased dress
And intentions turning blue
Loneliness!! don\'t bring me here please
I can\'t breathe
This exhausting breeze.
-Al