Surroundings
by Sam M. Phillips

The people in this house are insane,
They are drug addicts,
Sociopaths with no control,
Emotional overload,
They blame others for their problems,
Tantrums and threats,
They do not look inwards for cause,
They do not look outwards and realise
Their choices led them here,
Their surroundings reflect their state of mind,
Chaos,
Dirt,
Jumbled maze,
Tacked together,
A dozen madmen and madwomen,
Screaming,
Crying,
Subduing themselves with drugs,
Infested with fleas,
Nothing works,
No one works,
They tear at each other,
Smother each other,
Hold tight with fear,
Drink beer,
Angry rant,
Subjective slant,
No consideration,
Frustration with tiniest setback,
They attack anyone,
So others cower,
Hide in damp rotting rooms,
Rent is still high,
I wonder why I live here?
This place must represent the fear I feel,
A part of me seen in living mirrors,
A classroom of my faults,
A gym full of weights.

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