Memoirs

Visitors

visitors

visitors, all the time
always there
in a way, it's a comfort
to know that they care

in a way it's a hassle
to not have time alone
from the same things they say
you'd think they're all clones

'anything you need, just give me a call'
it's all good, they mean well
but how can they think material things
can pull me out of this hell?

they all want to help
but don't know how
i'm an alien,
even more different than them now