I am wearing a uniform now pretending to be someone I’m not. I’m doing my best to act as though I care. I do what I’m told. I try my best to pay attention but sometimes thoughts seem more entertaining. I don’t want to be noticed. I don’t want to be talked to.  I just need a distraction. I need to escape this uniform, the pattern that I’m stuck in. maybe I just need something new. But new things get old pretty quickly.


By Cristina WilCraft