When is your expiration date? ㅤ

Guest's life, I, felt like a mutant. ㅤ

I forced myself to fit into the mold of society, ㅤ

And they told me, “University is the real start of your life,” sprinkling glitter again And telling me to pick up the wrapping paper with the college name on it. ㅤ

So I studied again under the status of a student, ㅤ

And they said, “The real world starts with employment,” telling me to hurry up And find a place to earn money. ㅤ

As I kept forcing myself into those molds, ㅤ ㅤ

‘Maybe I'm actually a mutant,

An alien, and that's why

I can't adapt here?’

I had ㅤ

An irrational yet rational doubt. ㅤ

...Actually, That thought that maybe I'm a mutant monster. ㅤ

So I took a break from school, Working part-time jobs here and there, ㅤ

Lying in my rented room where insect friends occasionally appear, Looking at the sky. ㅤ

It's actually the ceiling, but since it's something above that I can't reach anyway, Can't I just call it the sky?

Back when I was in high school, I met him while looking around a local aquarium. ㅤ

The aquarium owner said

That guy must be a mutant because His color faded so quickly, ㅤ And he kept tapping the tank With his head. ㅤ

He said he wouldn't sell because he was ugly.

...

Feeling a strange sense of kinship, I placed my palm against the glass. ㅤ

He bumped his head against the thin glass wall with a “thump,” As if he were greeting me. ㅤ

He said he was going to throw him away anyway,

So I took him for free

And when I brought him home, ㅤ

I guess I unconsciously thought of him as family.