leave me alone.

sometimes, all i ask is to be left alone.
is that too much?

every day, i wake up at 7
leave the house at 8.05
reach the office before 9
work till 6, give or take
reach home around 7.30
have dinner watch tv
walk my dog
wash up go to bed

i'm happy, you know.

i enjoy my work, i like my colleagues
i've made some friends.

i'm always happy until you come along.

i'm never at home,
i hardly ever see you
much less speak to you.

so why can't you just leave me alone?

this is me,
one skinned elbow and one skinned knee later.
not to mention being whacked senseless
(by the damn remote control) later confiscated
senseless enough to walk out of my house
at 1am in the morning
in nothing more than my grandpa's
old polo tshirt
and slippers.

i can't live this way anymore.
i can hardly think, or breathe.

JUST
LEAVE
ME
ALONE.