But to You, I Am a Monster


“Would you be quiet? I am talking to my friend!”,

I snap at my 8-year old son,
I have just arrived home – I feel exhaustedly spent,
He immediately stops his chatter whilst looking fairly stunned.

My friend on the other line receives my full attention,
I laugh at her jokes and sympathise at her problems,
I am her good friend – I am near perfection,
Always ready to lend a hand – I can’t be more awesome.

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