Last Tuesday wisdom was having breakfast
Alone, again, for the ten thousand week in a
row
She laughs away her loneliness
While thinking about how many people have her
on their Facebook
But always ignore her comments
I guess having her in your circle of trusted
friends might give you status
Even if you don’t care enough to call her on
her birthday
People live calling her at ungodly hours
Requesting answers to questions that don’t even
exist
And then
With bewildered eyes burning like hungry
furnaces
Scream wrathful rants when she denies to just
tell them what they want to hear
Her life is a monotonous and continuous battle
Between her need of recognition and her need to
be herself
She even
felt tempted to sell herself out just to have a day hanging out like normal
people do
Then she came back into her senses
And so, it goes her morning
Writing on her blog
Receiving some phone calls
Answering some emails that she knows will not
have an honest reply
And finally
Updating her resume
While collecting her check from unemployment
