I really liked this.
I'm a sucker for angst, and your writing is
of the most legitimate kind.

This poem is much more prosy than the last, and it's interesting that I see similar imagery used. The same words, like "bullet," the use of the "mother," when you talk about the "sky." I don't care for "error committed" - it's not a real phrase, you know? And your poetry DEMANDS real.

I love "isn't (my) home." You've caught the essence of teenage unrest and angst. The last line, too. Very nice.

~Effervescent-Sentiments

"The streetlight flickers whenever I approach." Oh, I loved the mysterious tone to that line; very chilling!

Wow, it's pretty!!

Yours, The SlIgHTly InSaNe
Uzura-chan.

...Wow. your descriptions are visceral, and you write with such a feeling of blunt honesty that it almost feel like i'm passing judgment on your life to comment on it. the poem resonates and it's captivating in an odd way.