Impolite (dated earlier this year)

Couldn't you have entered in quietly?
I swear, I never invited you in.
I was just puttering in the library
And you followed me right home
And dragged several friends with you

In my sleep, you all call to me
I never have a night's sleep of peace
"I'm seventeen!" I cry to you to leave
But you won't, since you know the truth
I was like all of you once...

"Whatever happened to eagle's wings
And defying the groping arms of night?"
I stand my ground, I have things to do.
"Leave me to my lonely soul, my cocoon.
One day, I'll come, I'll come to you,"

But the last blow to my glass bubble comes
In the form of black and white
Unforgiving papers on my doorstep
Oh why does everything hit so close
When I most wish to forget?

In the morning your vulgar tauntings
Coax me out of the embrace of sleep.
In the afternoon, I hear all your shouting
Telling me why I should move...
Telling me that I'm stuck in miasma.

Ladies and gentlemen leave children to dream
They do not pry into others' businesses
But well, we're all beyond that point
Wretched forms searching, yearning
And I the worst, the least of all.

It is this rudeness I deserve
And that which will save the rest...