Wednesday, November 13, 2013

dancing in my chair

I'm too big for this job
My soul to strong
I sit and do my work
Dying to break into song
I want to dance
And be happy with what I do
Not spend my day doing work for all of you
I deserve better
I want more
not sure where to go
just know I don’t belong here
this is a place of dullness
a canvas of grey
where creativity is put aside
and forever locked away
stress is my companion
food is my savior
I smile politely
While doing favor after favor
But inside I struggle
To keep control in side I know I dont belong here at all.

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