On Sunday evenings!

On Sunday evenings,
I feel like a child locked in
the bathroom.

The bathroom,
which is both dark and
full of cockroaches and lizards.

Lizards,
the reptile that I don’t like,
after snake and so I sweat.

Sweat,
my only constant from Sunday evening
to a wretched Monday morning.

Monday morning,
a portrait of my fears and
a fake fearless face that I’ll put up.

I’ll put up,

with the mood swings of those I love 

and in return, I’ll be ignored.

Ignored,
is my new favourite state
after being deeply loved.

Loved, 

the Sunday, the day, I mean 

but then this Monday.

Monday......