returning from a week at camp
expecting to be greeted with love and affection
but instead i am received
with sarcastic remarks, unfunny jokes
and a sense of hurry that seemed quite inappropriate
and my father, who looked so fake
adminstering warm welcomes and handshakes
but quickly returning to his usual demeanor
seeing that nothing has changed here
my life has become a dragged-out routine
there are worlds outside these walls within me
beyond depression and anxiety
i want to go back, my body resting over the rocks
the gentle turbulence of the tide
waves crashing into the shore
a serene soundtrack coupled with the beauty of nature
whether gazing at stars or sunrise, i felt complete
this world is so superficial
this world is so artificial
i want out of this man-made hellhole
i need out |
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