This is the badlands, where cries go unheard.
Where naked people cry behind locked doors
Where insane people giggle whilst eating dead rat.
Where personal favorites come with a price.
Where nothing is polished and everything is broken.
Where the insane are sane suddenly not vice versa.
And a welcome carries suspicion and mistrust.
It’s not the way God made me. Its what people did.
And for them I do not say thankyou and I do not forgive.