flies are crawling over my skin
(sucking germs off me
like those preteens with their fashion magazines)
my back aches from this wicker chair
and the Shins croon in my ears like they really care.

but they don't
and they won't
they never will

(who am i talking about now?)

all this teenage angst should have
vanished when i finished school
and i felt so mature

shorter hair
pretty smiles
clothes with actual colour

(i was a phantom but now i'm what?
another face of the majority; ghosts, all of us
even though we're alive)

downloading music just to feel a bit more included
sleeping late and waking late and living late
when's fate supposed to arrive?

feels like
all i've done
is wait.