Three Legged Chair

I flipped on the tv. The news was gloomy as usual. A sweaty nightmare stinks up my shirt and I don't feel like taking a shower.

I'm a prisoner here, I need to leave now. There needs to be a balance or I'll loose my my sanity soon.

I'm still waiting...

I'm trapt, hanging from a noose made of my own fears.

The doors open and I leave. For once I truly don't care what people think of me but of what they are thinking.      I know my beard is long and I look like a bum.

I shaved, it was required to get a job. When not working, I'm paying for rent, insurance, gas, and sometimes eating fast food and watching television.

My fears are realized and the noose becomes real.