Yesterday

Yesterday, I cried at work. No visible tears, no mussed make-up. Just an internal flow of emotions that threatened to carry me away. I took a break. Told the boss I had to get out before I slit someone's throat. I wouldn't. I felt like doing so though. I'm tired of the BS. It isn't their fault. They were there first. They've opted to stay there. I don't. The unspilled tears existed already. That, too, is not their fault. It isn't them. They're wonderful people. It's the situation. We all feed into it. My cupboard is bare. It's time to move on. No. It's time to move forward.