Just Venting

Just letting out a little frustration

I would say that I’m a happy person.
I’m grateful for my blessings.
I realize life could be worse.
And at times, my battles are refreshing.

But lately things have gotten out of hand.
Actually it’s gotten to be too much;
and damn it,
I’ve had enough!

Let the record show
the proof of my discontent.
The issues I have
are put to a list.

Not to pat myself on the back...

but I’ve proven I’m a good employee,
no…not good, the best.
My quality of work and my ethics are hard to beat.
In fact you would be hard pressed.

And yet you find petty things
to pick on me about.
Everyday… in your office…
Sometimes I just want to walk the fuck out.

You’re constantly worried about me,
and I’m telling you – don’t.
I’m a grown ass woman...
LEAVE  ME  ALONE!

Now to the man in my life…

I don’t understand the problem.
You either want me or you don’t.
Decide quickly
or want you, I won’t

I love you but I can’t take it any more.
We have no intimacy.
I’m about to explode,
and you’re fine in your complacency.

To everyone else in my life, relatives and all...

I’ve worked the same shift
for years now.
I’m a night shifter
and yet you guys can’t grasp the concept some how.

Calling me at two in the afternoon
is like calling me at two in the morning.
I’m telling you right now …
I’m not answering the phone when I should be snoring!

I love most of you
but you’ve got to give me a break.
I’m disgruntled, frustrated, and tired.
I’m sure you can relate.


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