You don't see me but I see you

I hate my life...
My fridge only contains left overs from the restaurant.
There are dark smudges under my eyes because my work schedule is never the same.
The only thing that is the same is the routine at the restaurant.
Every day is the same until I want to scream.
And some times I do.
Day in and day out until I am used up and thrown away for a younger and quicker model.
After I am just a body.
Who never was somebody.
But a stranger's face in the drive thru window who you don't even look at as you talk on your cell phone tonight.

Author notes

This is the life of a college student and all the others that work fast food. Also it is rude to talk on your cell phone and order at the same time. I also can hear your entire conversation that your having on your cell over the speaker as well so don't do it.
Written June 28th, 2006