It wasn't good enough you need to improve
you need to remove all this stuff and make it a new
you need to please me, and make me happy
what I say goes no matter how sappy

I hear these words and down goes my mood
I grudgingly go to work and there do I brood
I wish for evil things to befall the one who told me
That all the work I put in the use they couldn't see

I spent my time, and  put in all my  effort
I worked hard yet you treat it like dirt
I can't stand that, the feelings  I get
when I hand you my work and it you reject

You may not see it, feel it or ever know
but against me you have given a grievous blow
you have attacked me in a way you cannot see
you have gone after my identity

For by telling me that my work was no good
is telling me the time I spent was useless and crude
I went through the trouble of trying to impress  
and me you see as nothing but someone useless

so go on and enjoy your power
for soon it will go sour
and as you fall into despair
I will be waiting for you there