Underappreciated,
For overworking.
And yet look at what you expect!
A smile every day and a simple
'No problem, I can take care of it.'
And you answer the phone,
Take your several smoke breaks,
Try to impress the higher ups,
While looking down on all of us.

Would I ever love to
Stomp you down
Until you believe
That nothing you do
Means anything

People are so quick to judge
Where you're going
When they have gone nowhere
When they have yet
To put their name and their success
In bright flashing lights.

Outside of work I am restless
At work it is the same way
What do I want?
What do I expect?
And what kind of change
Will put me to rest?

You act so ditzy
It's sickening
Everything about you is
Fake, fake, fake.
I can't even look in your eyes;
They're blank.

Evil is quiet;
It does not need to be loud.
So light, it floats above us,
Higher than the clouds.

What kind of legacy can I leave
When you are constantly
Holding me back?