An Option
I was out all day.. Thinking if someones thinking of me.. or even trying to think of me… someone called and put me on hold while talking to friends… and after a few minutes told me to be on hold or call back later… It was so uncomfortable for me to be made as an option… Then when I got home this evening… Someone called and asked me a few questions and how was my day.. I was typing fast and telling what was I doing all day.. and I showed the shirt I bought and to my shocked… someone was not paying attention at all… I was pissed off…
Someone only calls me when someones got nothing to do.. or calls me whenever someone needed help on something… I am becoming an option…
An option to be with in times of need… and it makes me sad to think that I am just an option… It may look different from someones point of view.. but I am and I feel… I am an Option…
