Once again,
I am employed,
To just feel so little,
Just to make someone,
Feel OK again.
My life is always the same,
Like that job offer you see everywhere,
Except mine changes from person to person,
Regularly.
I was employed by you.
I was brought here to make it better.
I promise I'll do my job.
Maybe someday,
I'll be the employer,
And someone new,
Will be the employee.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
