I’m among good company.
I noticed at first, but thought I was overreacting. I notice it again but simply shrug it off. I now see it, full frontal, and realize
I was correct.
Who are you? Where did you go? Who did this to you,
I need to know.
So you have fancy hats and fancy mats.
Glitter shoes and you smoke now too?
I’ve been sleeping with a stranger, too terrified to move.
With your foreign words and new philosophy.
You absorbed the world you so much refused to be a part of.
Now look at you. The simple sight disturbs me.
You let in. You didn’t refuse.
The issue is done.
Laid to rest.
Now look at you.