My haikus
I am at a loss.
Doors keep slamming in my face.
What is my next move?
I am being told,
I eat like normal people.
But I don't think so.
I call for support,
And end up leaving voice-mails.
And I don't hear back.
I feel so damn stressed.
But no one I talk to is,
Of much help to me.
She just wants to talk,
She likes her own voice.
Which leaves me hopeless.
Better things to do.
None of which include my name.
Insignificant.
Peddling backwards,
It is my current forte.
My legs get tired.
Doors keep slamming in my face.
What is my next move?
I am being told,
I eat like normal people.
But I don't think so.
I call for support,
And end up leaving voice-mails.
And I don't hear back.
I feel so damn stressed.
But no one I talk to is,
Of much help to me.
She just wants to talk,
She likes her own voice.
Which leaves me hopeless.
Better things to do.
None of which include my name.
Insignificant.
Peddling backwards,
It is my current forte.
My legs get tired.