Wake up in the morning- shit, shower, shampoo- get dressed, put shoes on feet, hit the street, get on the bus. Find a seat on the crowded automobile, close eyes sit down; think not feel. Open eyes, look around. Open ears, hear sound. Look around, close eyes. Bow head, cry. Wipe away tears, smile joke- don't let them know I feel.
The vehicle stops suddenly to avoid squashing an old man pushing his home on wheels. My eyes slam open like the squeaking breaks. My heart burns- not something to be solved with Pepcid AC, this burning was not caused by a slice of pizza, pasta any, or food greasy.
This gets me very worried really- are the kids okay, is the front door locked, did grandma take her pills- worried. I felt the fire burning in my chest melting my shriveled heart. Or, at least, what’s left of it. Falling- rejected by the most popular girl in school, slap on face in back seat of car, hand stopped before touching- into pieces.
This time I could not stop tears, stranger offers me a tissue- wrong size pants no receipt, sticky floors, no toilet paper, missed call no answering machine- I thank stranger but do not proceed to accept tissue. Don’t want them to know I feel.
Persons who feel aren’t the latest fashion. They went out of style along with complete thoughts, movies with happy endings, matching clothing, dreaming while awake or asleep, and love.
Push bell, get off at stop. Run, begin running, to the nearest pharmacy (Walgreen’s) ask the pharmacist for anti-emotion serum. Pay money, thank man in white coat. Take a swig, feel the burning stop- thank god, good deal- wake up in the morning; think not feel.
The vehicle stops suddenly to avoid squashing an old man pushing his home on wheels. My eyes slam open like the squeaking breaks. My heart burns- not something to be solved with Pepcid AC, this burning was not caused by a slice of pizza, pasta any, or food greasy.
This gets me very worried really- are the kids okay, is the front door locked, did grandma take her pills- worried. I felt the fire burning in my chest melting my shriveled heart. Or, at least, what’s left of it. Falling- rejected by the most popular girl in school, slap on face in back seat of car, hand stopped before touching- into pieces.
This time I could not stop tears, stranger offers me a tissue- wrong size pants no receipt, sticky floors, no toilet paper, missed call no answering machine- I thank stranger but do not proceed to accept tissue. Don’t want them to know I feel.
Persons who feel aren’t the latest fashion. They went out of style along with complete thoughts, movies with happy endings, matching clothing, dreaming while awake or asleep, and love.
Push bell, get off at stop. Run, begin running, to the nearest pharmacy (Walgreen’s) ask the pharmacist for anti-emotion serum. Pay money, thank man in white coat. Take a swig, feel the burning stop- thank god, good deal- wake up in the morning; think not feel.
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