Wednesday, March 5, 2014

The Corner Office

Most people see punishment.
I only see welcome. 
My corner. My retreat.
It comforts. It holds me. 
I rest my head and close my eyes. 
Plaster cool on tear stained cheeks. 
Here I stay until I'm paged again
to perform with painted smiles. 
Give them their show. 
And they'll never know.