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...