Friday

Friday (you believe I can fly)

It is friday. I focus on the socks. And hiding me. It is hard to look someone in the face. I did it today, my doc, trying to read him. It was difficult, I can´t read. I asked a lot. And some tears. And after, I just is in my mac. And in my own breakdown. Noone see it. They think I could shoes to fly or do something, so they think I am doing something important and sit silent and watch me, from the side. They see most of my hair. Me and the mac can see, if he was reading. But he just type what I type. He is busy with that. I hide my face into the mac. I don´t have contact with my feelings. I am so angry, scared and alone. And whisper: Goodbye.