Too many things to lie about
And to lie about it to the twelve dozen strangers
I’ve greeted today
Is the real tragedy
That damn clock
I can’t reach it to tape it over
I can’t reach it to knock it off
I can’t look
I can’t look away
The time doesn’t fly
When you’re stuck thinking
Every second of it
Numbers, numbers and more numbers
I never want to see a number again
Grant yelled at me
Telling me to smile
But he was nice about it
But it has to be there
It has to come naturally
I don’t have it
I don’t want to
People know a fake smile anyway
It can be more disheartening than a frown
I feel like I’ve devolved
My first job was terrible
This one’s decidedly worse
But I shouldn’t complain
Even if the truth is: I don’t
Not enough
It all goes in this book
Where no one sees it
I think the real point of complaining
Is getting someone to listen
But this is who I am
Nothing spectacular
No matter how much I want to be
I might spend the rest of my life
Putting people I don’t even care about
Before myself
Without a smile
But trying
And maybe one day
I’ll find true love if I can look her in the eye
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