You feel better about yourself? In how you beat me down?
Does it make you feel happy when you smash my feelings to the ground?
When you disregard my efforts and in sorrow make me drown…
The hate spills out your mouth, like when you’ve eaten something fowl… spitting and spewing, cleansing the bad taste from your lips..
what have I even done to deserve this?
I do the work, I push the grind, with merely a millisecond to unwind..
but when it comes to payday, all I’ve seemed to earn is this?
Then what’s this for? Why this day? Tell me, when does the hatred go away?
When will you cleanse the hate and rude dismay?
So we can learn to love one day…