Things are not as they should be.
Others need to change.
Life would be better “if”…
A storyline I’m spiraling down on.
Anger, frustration, and disappointment – my pen’s fuel.
Oh! Now I see her.
The frowning one.
Directing this narrative.
The first of January.
the beginning of a whole new decade.
The perfect day to make your pitch.
Your guise – so easily mistaken.
A guide – NOT!
There is no inspiration, encouragement.
Nor hint of gratitude.
For anyone. Or anything.
You are not welcome here.