A Typical Day

I'm not a morning person. This poem is really short but I think you get the point of it.

Goodmorning, now stop talking
Not in the mood, it's sunny but I feel grey
I'm still asleep until my first meal
Work is slow, as always…
My artificial smile isn't any help.
Surrounded by bogus people, I know they don't like me.
My feet hurt, I'm tired.
I wish I could just start over.

Author's Note

Not edited, should I keep going?