Every Morning, I die a little inside.

The sharp beeping of my alarm clock

starts the downward spiral.

My dry mouth feels like I ate

a jar of cotton balls.

I try to fix it with a nice cup of strong coffee.

The smooth flavor fills my mouth.



I walk out into the freezing air of morning

Ready to begin my day

I stand at the bus stop, shivering,

waiting to get on the dirty smelly

exhaust spewing beast of a vehicle



I shuffle past my friends

mumbling primordial grunts

which are accepted as greetings

I go to my homeroom

and put my face on the cold hard desk.



Another day...