Thoughts of a Shop Girl: Better Days

I don’t want to be here.

I think that’s pretty clear.

I’m doing fine I swear,

but of that other way out - I am always aware.

I am so proud of myself.

I’m learning how to ask for help.

No longer seeking validation,

But I wish someone would notice - or at least comment on the situation.

I’m not who I once was.

Mostly because,

she tried too hard.

Now I’m not trying hard enough - even if I am the one in charge.

I hope they see me.

I hope they fear me.

I have no time for weak men.

You want my attention - change your ways, then.