A Sound Mind

It's been three months and this city still doesn't feel right. The air tastes metallic in my mouth. The rain feels like acid on my flesh. Everything about it is wrong, especially the people. I look at their vacant, sheepish expressions and they disgust me. Their inane conversations about their pathetic lives are maddening. I do my best to smile and nod in the futile hope that they will move on and leave me be. I feel as if I have to wear a "person" mask around these cattle. I believe the mask is starting to crack.