Written by Jacob Ibrag
Don’t ask me how my day
has been in hopes that I reciprocate.
What could have possibly changed from
yesterday? We’re still together, barely. Still
hanging out with your friends and not mine.
Never mine because they make you feel crappy.
Your friends because they feed into your delusion
that everything is perfect. You tell them that we’re
happy and excited for the future. Look at them eat
your words up, they’re just like us. Living in
a bubble, till one of us finally pops.