Banana Land (or simply I fall*fail into sarcasm again)

*What is visualized in my mind: a purple banana tree with monkeys lingers around it, accompanied with rotten bananas scattered around (strangely they are not purple!)*

In this land *oh because the sun shining so bright, everything's will be alright* you are not allowed to be alone
The presence when you are being alone is stick out
Like a purple banana tree tapping and dancing
You attract attention in the way you don’t want to get

In this island *all the greens make everything concealed behind the screens* people think it’s their generosity
their kindness
to bug you all the time
Oh how they understand you; they know you more than you yourselves!
while they don’t know themselves

When will they stop I think
I can’t seem to accept
the unbreakable fact that

this friendliness *screams: FAUX!!!!!!!!!!!!!*
would never ceased
While hypocrisy fertile
and stupidity presence