My box

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alone, box, frank ocean, John legend, mascara, usher

I feel like sitting in a corner.

In a closed box.

Four walls, a square.

All by myself .

I don’t want to go to work today.

I don’t want to see anyone today.

I don’t want to laugh, I don’t want to play.

I don’t want to smile.

I don’t want to log into facebook today, no I don’t want to see any updates on bbm.

I don’t want to talk today.

I just want to sit in my box all by myself.

Alone with my thoughts.

Time out with me.

But I drag myself out of bed

I am driving to work and the tears just spill.

Black mascara everywhere.

 I fumble in my bag for my tissue and dab the black tear drop, catching it before it falls on my shirt and I just drive.

The music is on loud and I say to myself: I don’t want to love anymore.

Maybe this love business is not meant for me.

I listen to frank ocean , I listen to John legend, I listen to usher .

I kind of feel better but only a tad better.

I step into the office and everybody is saying hello.

I don’t want to say hello back.

I just want to walk to my desk and work all day by myself.

But I smile and say hello back.

Laugh at the jokes and just dream, wish and long  for  my box.