Suburbia

Suburbia is light and kind and cute.

They are quaint and unoffending

They hold their tongues with their short pastel coloured finger nails,

The smiles plastered on their faces gleam like a film of vaseline is spread across their teeth.

But they are cold.

Cold and boring. They exist in artificial excitement which fuels their dull, unimportant lives.

I am not one of them. I suffer.

I know how to live.

They resent me and hiss at me through closed doors.

But, to my face, Suburbia is polite.

Suburbia is light and kind and cute.