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.