Guilt Like a Gun

Told all of our friends about the news Drove through Indiana unamused by the two black dogs playing catch with the cars on the dirt road, small town. It should be a moment Yeah, it should be a memory. It's just close quarters and loose-change jangling. I can't tell if I've got the right to be angry when the world's just passing us by and inside nothings changing. Feels like nothing ever changes these days. 
The shoulders got colder as we go through
 All the things I held grey-blued. The future's getting harder to find these days
and the past is harder to get to. Your anger is an arrow My Frustration is a wall
One will strike you down and one divides us all.
People are strange. I'm estranged I'm a stranger.
 And that's another thing that's gonna have to change. Feels like nothing ever changes. Spoken: It should be a moment of surreal peace and unity if it weren't for the don't-snap-at-me bickering and tension. It's sad that it always gets this way. I've found myself screaming at strangers in invented situations in my head, Searching: 
who signs first on behalf of a group? 
Separation anxiety
Youngest sibling depression
How to mediate group discussions Imposter syndrome  And Net v Gross
 You held your guilt like a gun, But what are you running away from?
You'd shoot a glare at the sun And blame your closed eyes on the sunlight Shooting stars in the daylight will make you stare at the sun