The taste of despair slowly passing through my lips as I swallowed.
Into the dark alley people joke and smoke blowing air onto my shoulders.
Where are you from you don't belong here written a long the walls.
People hovering over the library bathroom stalls.
On the air port people wondering where I am or where I come from.
They make fun of things they don't understand and put me in trouble.
Everyone is watching me, chasing me, their eyes circle around my pupils dilating.