I came out here, to this point, to this place,
hoping against all hope and despite signs and
portends suggesting otherwise that I might,
somehow, find myself having a pleasant
experience, and yet here I stand, alone against
the world, feeling assaulted, attacked on all
fronts, knowing not my enemy's name nor his
face nor whether our battle is done.
I came out here to have a good time and honestly I feel so attacked right now.