
Much to my own dismay,
I’m once again checking in
With what small people are selling today.
Their words do entertain
But I’m a sucker for discomfort
And I let them spread my chest pains.
Whenever they call my bluff,
The the doors lock in place firmly,
They scream that it’s never enough.
I wonder all alone
Whether being the bigger person
Will ever feel like a home.
-JW