The Frustrated Woman

She is counting the hours,
Checking her watch,
Wishing the hour hand
Would move a little faster,
That the day would end
So she can be off again.
It’s a job she hates
With a passion,
One she only does
For the money,
Though it barely pays enough
To cover the bills.
She feels trapped
By circumstances
With nowhere to go.
She is bored
Out of her mind,
Wishing for anything
Other than the life
She is living.
All the while
She tells herself
Without conviction,
She is lucky to have
What she has,
That it could be worse,
But could it?