Moved again, stuck in another place that won't ever feel like home, trapped in a sea of judging eyes and blurred faces from another state, not from another planet, yet I still feel like an alien, if social interaction was a class it's a class, I got an f in, trying not to cry, becomes a daily battle, hearded through these busy halls like cattle we're all meat left soulless and rotten sacks of flesh, meant to be forgotten.
