Your Life > My Life

I cannot move, I'm stationary in one place as I serve you I must smile through my mask and nod along with all you say I must shout to be heard and every word you speak is still a whisper If I ignore the rules I could lose my livelihood, perhaps my life If you ignore the rules I could lose my livelihood, perhaps my life Yet there you are, naked faced with an arrogant smile as you preach that this pandemic is no more than a facade Is my struggle a facade? Is my discomfort false to you? Is my fear a thing so foolish you can so easily disregard it? You lean forward, you invade my breath and still I must calmly continue to help you If I show my fear your eyes spark with the words you've so carefully rehearsed You explain your beliefs, your rights, your indignation, in essence your intention to place me in jeopardy at my place of work How fitting is the mask-less state of your face For I have seen you clearly, you and your precious sense of self I will not remember your face, but I will remember your ignorance Yet I cannot move, I still stand stationary as I serve you The panic I feel as I anticipate conflict is nothing compared to your glee for it I understand how you think, how you feel Your belief is more important to you than my own Your comfort is more important to you than my own Your life is more important to you than my own.