Unappreciated
There is this word which describes everyone, and they upset me because of it.
Because every time I do something good, it always turns bad
And it's like whatever I do isn't good enough which makes me mad.
I try to stay calm and find other things to do but my problem begin to worsen and then turns into two.
Everyday I try to do my very best but in return, there is no rest.
I'm constantly being called lazy although I work all of the time
And the work is for free because I don't earn a dime.
Felling unwanted, unaccepted, and used
because my work is never accepted. I feel as though it is abused.
Because when it is done, I recieve nothing
and when it isn't done, there is a problem.
There is no free time or fun at all
No break or anything.. Just a call.
A call for more work which has already been done.
All day and night as if it is a re-run.
I must admit that I'm quite tired of it all.
Because one day, I may just break and fall.
Now as I describes the reactions of my anticipation,
It has come to my realization that the word I've been searching for is unappreciation.
Because I do not get praised, thanked, or congratulated.
In return I just receive deceit and feelings of being unappreciated.
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