Hell

I am in a crowded desert. All alone, pushing past people who don't even see me.

I'm glad they are blind to my presence. When they do happen to glance at me, a mirage, their stares remind me I exist.

I crawl through the desert to a hamster wheel. At a desk, in heels, pretending to care. "Hello, thank you for calling..."

Sometimes I beg for attention from the people around me. They give me droplets, when I crave a downpour.

The desert, a terrible place. Not enough reason to bury myself in the sand. Sometimes, not enough good to be grateful I'm here.

So, I stand in the desert, close my eyes and burn.