They’re squirreling off to work in the drizzling misty rain
The screech of the tires piercing my already damaged brain
Dark grey skies manipulating the day
Feelings of fear dictate the flavour of my
stay
Pockets of depression litter the darkness of the sky
Desperation overwhelming me as I crouch
down to cry
Droplets of uselessness invade my distorted
thinking
Living in harmony with the world disappears
without blinking