Edward Hopper's Automat

Edward Hopper’s Automat

I slave in the kitchen,
I slave in front of the stove,
I come here to slave no more.

A cloud of emptiness,
I drift in and out.
Coffee. Sip, sip?
Oh! My glove is still on;
That ring,
That ring  under that still-worn glove.

Now my forever ball and chain.

Sick school

Sick school

I feel ill...

must finish drama portfolio...

must finish...
school... bed... school... bed...

must finish headache, need to hand in headache...

Dissed, lied to

Dissed, lied to

Friend walks by,

Not even saying hi.

When they hug you,

They don’t really give a fuck about you!

I wonder if they would want to kill me,

Or pretend to like me and send a happy e-mail to me.

Throughout the day I walk side by side with lies.

Discriminated, judged by my style.

The world is not fair,

Shown with such disgusted glare.