Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Cog

I've always known I was a nothing but I think I finally have started to acknowledge this.
I voiced my concerns to my therapist one day and she said something that made it click
She asked me if I quit my job would the system in our country stop
Would I be able to give every child access to healthcare?
Would I be able to stop the massive corporations from dictating treatment from behind the scenes?
Would I be able to help everyone?
No.
I can do nothing.
So I sit at my desk.
Day after fucking day putting in diagnosis codes
If I fall two more will replace me
I am a number in a registry
I am a girl with no name and no face
I am a piece in a game that should never be played
I am but a cog in a machine
A machine that bleeds money
Money taken from the sick and needy
I have no face
I have no name
What can I do?
After all, I am nothing but a cog