Stressed

Lack of thanks
Your efforts shirked
Work life seems like a prank
All your associates, jerks

Will I ever escape
This bondage of toil?
Treated like a common ape,
My blood begins to boil

So tired of never seeing,
The best side of me
My talents they're abusing,
Oh why can't they see?

I'm more than the worth,
Of my weight in skill
I know I would just quit,
If it weren't for the bills!

Delsia Marie Hall