ghetto

I walk the same streets
see the same familiar faces
become a familiar face
in this sea of routine
that doesn't really belong to me

I feel like a temporary occupant
in a life that's not mine to live
but I keep my place in line
because there is nowhere else to go

I don't belong here
but I don't fit anywhere else
and I don't know where the fuck
I'm supposed to go from here

I'm tired of these streets
I can't call my own
I'm tired of these faces
I'll never get to know
and don't really care to

I resent their sameness
their blind acceptance
of something less
than we deserve

Though maybe they're better than me
in accepting the things they can't change
while I rage impotent against a system
I'm trapped in the middle of
with no hope of better
in the near future

I walk the same streets
see the same familiar faces
become a familiar face
and I hate that I feel so powerless
amongst this unchanging landscape

 © Indie Adams 2022