Charity Case

Just something that was written a few years ago when I was in a unusual working situation, i thought I was working for people who actually cared, I was wrong
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I feel like your charity case.
I should be thanking you for keeping me on board.
And while it’s still good enough for me to please everyone around me,
I still feel like extra baggage.
Unnecessary luggage.

These are painful thoughts to a once proud mind.
And I’m trying real hard to fight this invisible force,
This force that’s crushing me.

I can remember saying,
I’ll never do that for a living.
But the weight of expectation has backed me into a corner.
And is using me as a punching bag.
But what goes on behind me?
The whispers and the stares.
I make out that I don’t here you.
I make out that I don’t care.

I once believed In a yellow brick road.
A road that lead to fulfilment.
Yet here I am your charity,
I’m thanking you for taking such good care of me.

Thanks for putting me out the back,
Where no-one has to look upon my face.
With the boxes and the filth and the hot and heavy air.
I’ll only smile when I’m unleashed to the front even if so momentarily.

But so quick to recage me.
Mock me, I’m back where I ought to be.
Just a want to be.
Amongst the everyday pretend to be’s.
Your most trust worthy charity.
Just me.

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