Every single day I wonder when in a quadrillion universes will this river of tears cease its flowing.
Waiting for time,
to build a dam.
In my glowing presence, there’s not a sign of weakness showing.
Keeping a brave face for colleagues has never been a more difficult task.
On the exterior of all the agony, I am hidden under a rusty mask.
This false perseverance only makes it harder.
They must all think they are so much smarter.
Assumptions that I’m taking matters too easily.
Not knowing my indides are bruised deeply.
In privacy, I cry. No need for a spectacle
as regrettably spewing words seem far from ethical.
Rumors arise about fabricated lies
by blind minds incapable of reading restless eyes.
Only a barbarous, subspecies creature can lack so much empathy to speculate such a notion to be untrue.
The modern world does not allow for sufficient or proper grieving because when the alarm clock goes off, we know that’s cue.
Swallow your dignity and pride unless you want to lose this job.
It’ll go down easy,
there is not much to swallow if it’s already been robbed.
I know I’m not the only one in this undignified position.
Revealing the lack of humanity should be everybody’s mission.
I like to think kindly of others, but some really are a bitch.
Watching people suffer is the only method of scratching their itch.