I never expected to be hit with the
"Who are you?"
While filling out a job application
for a Lush Cosmetics department store
Seriously though,who am I?
I mean, I'm just Alyssa
Alyssa is just too
human
You know, the type to complain about the sea of heart broken poets while browsing on poetry sites
But for some reason finds herself ranting about all the oblivious people on instagram, whose most traumatic experience was probably a paper cut
She's a weakling compared to the elders at home
Yet sick of the "how do you do it" remarks from colleagues and friends
She isolates herself inside her house and she can feel the crushing sensation named depression
But after lunch with Devon, she begins to fantasize about how her eyes light up when she hears that sound from the heavens;
DING ****
Hot digitty dog it's uber eats!
She'll never have to leave her house for McDonald's ever again!
She has no idea what she's doing with her life, and sometimes wishes someone could just come to her rescue
But god forbid you attack her ego by bringing up her goals and achievements
Best believe she will make you fall in love- trust me she loved you too (at some point)
But her favourite things about you slowly became the things she cringed the most at
You're laugh was cute and ***** but now for some reason
she refrains from telling you jokes
She's constantly changing
Not because she's unhappy with who she is
She has yet to finish creating Alyssa with each passing day
I usually hate spoken word;)