separation anxiety |four|

How do you feel?  Now that you pace the bustling corridors and you let those insects you consider your pathetic peers see your true weakness.  Gentle cloud grey orbs lined with a canvas of bloodshot suffering star blankly, vermilion and hideous.  Perhaps you are embarrassed or ashamed, perhaps your eyes only flood with more tears.  Those demonic salty drops blur your already damaged vision, blending the faceless heads and libs together.  Your are humiliated, you are defeated.  They all know, they all found out.  Politics has never been your favorite subject.