"Unwanted, Dead or Forgotten, For a Crime he didn't commit"
by:Brandon Stanton

I couldn't take it anymore,
waking to the morning haze,
letting it all sink in,
that another day has begin.

I slump over my sea of boueys and milk,
thinking what I could've been,
I look in the mirror, and roll my eyes, Who am I, What am I doing,
What's to be done?

The day passes, like a year,
Like a deaf, mute, retard, I cannot hear.
Waiting for somebody to crouch down next to me,
and whisper with a sneer,
You should try the blue pill,
because we don't want you here.