Here, in a Small Town

Here, in a small town everything stays the same. Here, in a small town those that are different are ridiculed. Here, in a small town they paint me a murderer. Here, in a small town the boredom breeds hate. Here, in a small town the little lives of nobodies poison each other in ways that are cruel and inhumane. Here, in a small town the clichés are brutally apparent. Here, in a small town the ones in control all have the same last names. Here, in a small town the frustrations of living are like family. Here, in a small town prejudices run deep. Here, in a small town memories are on every road and every face. Here, in a small town I desire to leave.