The Tourist

I’m a bored and boring tourist inside my own body

I’m so sick of the same old sights and traveling alone

I can’t speak the language and the food here makes me nauseous 

I’m done with this prolonged vacation, when can I go home

I’m the new kid in my head

Nobody here will be my friend

I sit alone at lunch and cry 

Got another detention, not sure why

All my regrets ring out like thunder

I want to hurt myself so bad they have to put me under

But I can’t let anyone else in 

Or they might lock me up again