My Squad

Its a place I've been a thousand times, with a thousand memories, with people who I can no longer tell if they are friends or just a squad. I'm the inside of the crowd, but my heart stands outside this world. I fathom my own thoughts here in this moment, with these people who make me feel free and restricted all at once. I can laugh and put a smile on my face but in the darkest parts of my mind I can't find my place. I'm sitting here so unsure, and so wronged and nothing feels right. The room is full of light but myself walks only in the night. I sit here in my second home, mcondalds is the place I've once felt most shown, but often, I feel alone. But in my house the yelling is all I can feel, it my problem, my deal. But its hard not to kneel. So hide away in this squad of mine, pretend they are enough for me, but still, I feel like I can't breath.