Stubbs' Wings

Confusion seems apparent--
an enormous part of me now
You hide your feelings
and I hide my pain
Or are you? Am I just paranoid?
There's too much to think about
this is just baggage
Bright yellow baggage
that screams look at me
first in line on the conveyor belt
covered in stickers of bands
that do nothing but scream
and kick and get arrested
Drawing everyones gaze, packed full
of clothes and unwanted souvenirs
Too much, too late
So lost in the crowd, even with
this conspicuous charade
So confused--
forever traveling down,
unclaimed and screaming.