Monday
I duct tape my wet, little milk carton of a life together as I step outside...
My lungs fill with the cold, winter air as I release a despondent sigh...
The redundancy of Monday...
I watch the cars pass by through the chain link fence...
I am a smoking silhouette casting shadows on the non-smoking public...
Always outside the gate...
I take my pills to feel normal...
I talk to you to keep me sane...
I ignore those little voices...
I smile to hide the pain...
I quote David Bowie songs...
I'm not who you think I am...
It's Monday and I don't care anymore...
My mind is a car-less traffic jam...
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