Across the street

I lived in a little house in a little city. The city was made up of small town people with small town views. I believed one day I could brake the cage that was the city. It had held me captive for years and brought me nothing but misery. Between all the fake smiles and tears I had let one thing go un-noticed. With the twelve years I had lived in that house the neighbors across the street never really talked much. So one day they had moved undetected to us. Then a new group of people move in. Little did I know these people would give me all kinds of hell.