you took away people from me.
granted, not under your scythe
but they are still gone.
you’ve made me live in paranoia.
granted, not because of the sickness
but the fact that you are so close.
you’ve made me hate this country even more.
granted, not because the numbers are going up
but because you’ve shown me the greed inside us.
you made this house boring.
granted, not because i am stuck inside
but because i am too afraid to leave.