everything around
is same;
the food,
the people,
the walls,
the parks,
the lanes,
the roads.
except
something,
something inside me
is messed up.
I hear a voice,
a familiar voice
in harsh tone
asking me
to leave.
I see a face,
a familiar face
in utter anguish
asking me
to leave.
I feel a touch,
a familiar touch
not gentle (this time)
escorting me
to leave.
everything around
is same.
exceptsomething,
something inside me
is messed up.
