Cryptid Walmart Person

I haven't showered in a week
Busted hand and sweatpant vibes
Daydreaming about cutting my hair off
Drowning in the news feed on my phone
Feeling like nothing matters in the end
So might as well be as kind as I can be
Picking at scabs hoping for new scars
Only thing I've done today is pick up my drugs
Smiling at cashiers giving those Walmart person vibes
Showing up once a month, ah, those cryptid vibes
There she goes, chewed up lips and gross hair
That's what they must think when they see me
Friendly but visibly unwell as hell
It's all I got in this world at the end of the day
Smiles for strangers and a good word or two
I don't know why I hate myself so much
I'm not the villain in anyone's story...
Just the sad side character trying to be kind