Spit it out
Just spitting it out
I am afraid of the new age
The new people
The people that think differently than me.
How could they?
How could anyone doubt my thoughts?
Don’t they know that my thoughts are me?
And if they show how wrong my thoughts are, I’ll be killed in the process?
I don’t like it, I’ve lived my life so far by being right.
Everyone else is wrong.
They have to be.