Excuse me, Internet. It’s been 5 months since my last confession. That’s right, FIVE.
So I’m going to ring in my new year of writing with an attempt at poetry, and brutal honesty.
UNEMPLOYMENT, A Poem
The Interview
When you’re twenty-five
and look like
you’re twenty,
they treat you like
you’re twelve
and talk to you like
you’re ten
then make you feel like
you’re two
when they say
“no.”
The Internship
When you’re twenty-five
and look like
you’re twenty:
it sucks.
Living with your Parents
When you’re twenty-five
and look like
you’re twenty,
they treat you like
you’re fifteen,
and talk to you like
you’re fifteen,
then make you feel like
you’re fifty
when they say,
“get out,”
then make you feel like
you’re five,
when they hug you
and say
they didn’t mean it.