A cigarette hangs from her chapped lips
Nails painted **** yellow, now chipping as she clacks them on the table
Her wrist watch is broken so she has to count in her head
One onethousand
Two onethousand
Forget it
It's been about an hour now
She pretends to read a book but instead she stares at one word on the page
Patience
Her lips pucker over the cigarette and she takes a deep drag
With a disgusted sigh she exhales smoke like a dragon forfeiting a battle
One onethousand
Two onethousand
"**** patience,"
She gets up, throws the book in the trash, and leaves

Hiding is an action
Society made up

Tears are the
reflection
Of missing freedom
In your soul

Food will cover
Up your heart even
More

Thoughts build a
Wall of the
Perspective of feeling

Eventually you will
Break into onethousand
Pieces

Maybe society wants us
To be skinny so
We don't have to
Build our wall