BOYNEXTDOOR — Upside Down

Office, classroom—boring, dull
Pain, no—just a sample, nothing personal
You say I’m wrinkled?
Siblings, please—just go away
Tease me, come on—go, I’m done, no energy
Upside down
Everyone’s frozen, paralyzed
A tick, tick—tick-tock
Shouting, scolding—names mean nothing now
Blowing smoke, lying, can’t even stand