The Darkest corner in any room is where I’d rather be. Where no one can see my disappointment. My disheveled existence can remain hidden from the judgemental rolling eyes. All my time spent on dodging talkers who speak but say nothing that means anything that matters. Their words are just as empty as their attempts to be better people. Why would I want to show my face to this weary, dreary crowd of stuffed coats? Before me is the choice to call it a night or mix within the pompous, narcissism that crowds my personal space. Never have I ever felt comfortable around such beastly beings. My night is done.
The Darkest Corner©
By Felina Silver Robinson