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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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