Poems For Life

Work

Work is work,

Nothing more to it,

I try and be okay,

But it's just not worth it,

Why show that I'm fine,

When it's far from true,

I wish to be happy,

That's why I have you,

I work for what?

I don't get paid,

Nor do I get a reward.

My life is full of lies,

That I've never knew before.

I was told it'd be worth it,

That wasn't really true.

They said it would be better,

That I'd be safe and out of trouble.

They lied to me,

I always got double.

So what's the point with working?

Nothing gets better.

No reward,

No happiness.

Just the same old,

Same old,

Day.

Nothing special.