She says we are friends

That we should share

But when the times comes

She’s never there

Everything is still shit and I still feel like a waste.  Save me from this country of obscurity.

This morning, I showed the train pass to the gentleman at the desk and he displayed a smile as he recognised my face.  Grace Victor, the blonde-haired student of fine art.  Painting portraits and moulding clay are the ways she would spend her morning.

At lunchtime, I showed the hotel receptionist the reservation confirmation and he nodded her head as he handed over the key.  Heather Langford, the red-headed businesswoman of Merge Corporations.  Fancy meals and secret affairs with married men are her midday routines.

In the afternoon, I showed the permission slip to the school teacher and she greeted me as the children left the classroom.  Sarah Thames, the brown-haired mother of Jessica Thames.  Looking after her children and cleaning their home is how she spends her afternoon.

In the evening, I showed the nurse the letter from my granddaughter and she looked happy as she took in the words.  Gloria Smith, the grey-haired grandmother of five.  Relaxing in the lounge and reminiscing about the past makes up her evening.

In reality, I read the report the doctor mislaid and frown as I read the hurtful words.  Francine Goldberg, the black-haired schizophrenic patient of Hayfield Mental Facility.  In a world of grand dreams and complex delusions is where I spend my life.

The human brain.  So complex and vital.

Basically, you can submit short stories or poetry daily, based on the prompt given.

She’s shallow, she’s vain and plastic outside;
Like a sheep she follows with no esteem.
With trends and with fame she wants to be seen.

She’s cruel, she’s mean and hollow inside.
Like a mirror she copies, to keep them keen.
She’s shallow, she’s vain and refuses to dream.
Conformity is her name and she will abide.

I’m complex, I’m strange and abstract outside;
Like a coverless book what do I mean?
With truth and with brains I remain unseen.

I’m kind, I’m good and caring inside.
Like a mouse I sneak in, not to intervene.
I’m complex, I’m strange - an original being.
Individual’s my name and I will not hide.