Monologue (alternate title: Patches of Things in My Head)

What?
Get Up!
It’s like 8!
You lazy, lazy head

You should just get a job
Stop bumming around

Parents. Parents.
They’re growing old

I should probably get a job
No?

Why?
Should I just stare at it?
Let all these time pass?

Maybe it’s not passing
Maybe I am really doing something

Someone’s at the door
Job offer?

Nahh, mailman
Always the mailman

Twitter, Facebook
Friends telling me to move

Who told them I’m doing nothing?
I am actually up to something

Days, days
It passes

Life, my life
It’s being constructed
In my head
In me dealing with it
with people.

People judging me.

I should shut my mouth
the one in my head
shut theirs,
shut the judgmental mouths inside them all.

NaPoWriMo Day 13 – Post #4