Back to reality

It is different here
Now that I am back in this
Mess of materialistic world.
Where there is a need for
Branded goods and items
And social acceptance.

Where I don’t feel integrated,
Feel more isolated,
Weirded out
Like an alien.

I don’t know how
To fit in again.
Everything is bling blings
But inside are only empty things.

There ain’t no soul to it.
Bitter poison things
Makes me puke out
Words
That don’t make sense
To them.

I miss that place.
Where things are simple.
Where there are still more soul.
Less material things.

More core.
Less sore.
Less broken souls.

I miss that place.

~S.H.~