In the morning

I wake up sighing

I leave to go walking

On the bus I am sitting

My coffee is mixing

My head is tilting

Through the doors I go bouncing

Walking up to him smiling

Getting ready by changing

On the line ready for calling

Almost ready to be crying

Because he will be ignoring

Going through the motions struggling

I find someone to bring in laughing

The shift ends with me having tears but grinning

Sitting there waiting

For my ride to finish cleaning

So I can go home and finish crying