babes in the ‘burbia

By Zan 

nobody here knows my name

in a place where everyone looks the same.

I am just another face on the street,

I am just another anonymous soul you meet.

So many self-conscious individuals walk past me

With their fake plastic faces fearing reality.

I stare them hard in the eye.

Forcing them to be my alibi.

Cos im an outcast living in the outskirts of the city

Trying to make the superficial remember me.

Written in response to Keri Glastonbury's 'subtle plague'
Exercise: Write a poem about a suburban landscape.