Doubt

Being an outsider to a particular stupid group. Ha.

By the time they left,
It felt ironic. Way too
Ironic to be alive anymore.

It was always a dead
Conversation. It was dead
Since the day it was born.

Ha. They were border-lined
In broken lines. They were,
Themselves, insecure…

Trying to be normal, in what
They believed to be security.
Is security normal? I doubt it.