digital rust just under the crust
covers me from the rain
a shelter made of bars meant to hide the scars
from a different kind of pain
where do I go from here
what is their master plan?
what did I do to anger them
to be ejected from the clan?
I'm ill
weak willed
It hurts that I'm disavowed
I feel
so real
But I'm just a fake identity now
My skin
It peels
I'm feeling home in my niche of hell
I spit
I melt
Out the cage but still in the cell