CROSS EYED AND PATHETIC

As my mind races I pick my face and sit in front of a mirror that mimics a repetitive sad expression.

It mocks me as I pick at it slowly trying to understand whats underneath this skin.

I sit here after a long hour of phone calls and getting yelled at by my boss.

A click at the end of the phone made peace and I could finally breath.

I sit in front of a mirror and come up with excuses to not meet with my friend tomorrow. It's important and I'm coming up with excuses. I find it quite pathetic.

I can't help, but not have any words.

I always wonder if the other person in the situation is thinking about it as much as me.

Its pathetic.


There,
Hettie