Little, petty woman, living in your shell

Married, bored, angry and morose

You have so much on your plate

Life passed you by

Sitting in your car, looking at your phone, stuck in traffic

Honking, texting, daydreaming

Medicated, distracted, burdened

Out there the world is dancing and smiling

Without you

Celebrities always smile

What happened at the box office this past weekend?

You got home and found everyone looking at their phones

Where should you eat dinner?

Who left their shoes on their bed?

Why can’t he remember to flush the toilet?

Hours spent on the phone with T-Mobile to fix text messaging.

Tomorrow you may be dead.