Someone else is living my life.
They aren't aware
but my thoughts burn through their good fortune
like the acid of bitterness burns through my soul
coveting the blessings of others
mine are undeliverable
but thanks for helping me hold my tongue
job well done!
I'd be happy to!
those sentiments stuck in my craw like a fish bone.
Too tired to keep my eyes open or appearances up.
I am not enjoying this. Just so you know.
I think it sucks.
But I am still smiling like I've I got good sense
...or good manners anyway.