Inhuman

Inhuman
by me(whatever)
to: Nightwalker- cover himawari (向日葵)

people in the trees,
walking with your head down.
Dogs on leashes,
tugging to smell someones excrete.

the whistle from the train station,
calling out for me to leave.
Everywhere you go,
thousands of one-way windows.  

lasagna without hamburger,
frustrating conversations.
Disliking the cup of tea you serve me,
the grins of the crowd are sunshine.

talk to me because I'm alone,
but we won't have even 10 minutes before you're bored.
Give blessings for the food I won't eat,
shoving your philosophy down my throat.

I must appreciate your selfishness
to keep me as your turtle in a tank.
forget the real world within your delusions;
escape to a world that is even scarier.

somehow my head has become detached,
and my body is walking around with its own mind.
the polite ways of saying "shut up",
have zipped my mouth with a needle and thread.

the gossip of a friends, friends, friendly neighbors,
worrying, justifying, yet refusing to step in.
You're sad, sad, scared, and depressed,
trying to give subtle hints so someone might help you.

The widespread freedom within a prison cell,
if you're born within a room with invisibly barred walls.
The phone rings, rings, and sings, taking the place
of the person you were talking with in reality.

sighing over your normal life,
a life that isn't normal to another person.
continuously searching for what you lack,
ignoring what you have.

An era the children scream is worse than ever before,
without taking a delve into history, your feet are dry.
laughing at others, an explosive egoism,
on a throne of thrown-away milk cartons.

People who are lonely, people who are white-knights,
they are lonely because they need a certain type of person.
if they refuse you, if they don't like you,
it's not you, it's not your problem.

a cat and mouse game,
to find out who you are.
with all of these framed white lies,
where are we going, where are you going?