The doctors in the hospital across from my window all buzz around.
They’ve made a career for themselves, haven’t they?
My friends are studying law and will be out in a year or so.
Should I have gone back to school too?
I’ll hop across a few more state lines and start another job I don’t like.
I’m trying to ignore the life I imagined for myself (the one I’m not fulfilling).
But it’s insistent.
You’re failing
It hisses
You’re pathetic
It screams
Your real life will never be as good as me
The imagined life laughs and laughs
And laughs
And laughs
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