Food Court of Sorrow

They do not see the pain
As I sit here alone, finishing my fifth slice of pepperoni and sausage from S'Barros, I mourn for them at the same time as I hate them
Only I can understand the divine suffering
Only I know what it is like to truly hurt
My lunch break is almost at an end
Mr. Dicicco says if I am late again I will be sent home without pay
But I have not had my Cinnabon
My only small pleasure in this miserable world
If I am sent home so be it
The Cinnabon will soothe me
The Cinnabon will tell me that everything is ok
The Cinnabon understands me in the way no human could
They do not see the pain