They don't appreciate,
They probably don't care,
They don't put effort in it,
If they do its for showing,
For money or for rank,
Not for a friendship,
They don't get it,
They didn't even work for it,
Its such a beautiful thing,
A majestic gorgeous thing,
Words can't describe it,
Yet they got it,
Without even realizing,
They don't take note,
Of how lucky they are,
I'm holding the pain in,
Whilst watching them,
Not even care,
I'm trying so hard,
I'm working overtime,
I'm about to blow,
That little mans stopping me,
Guess a few won't hurt,
But if I get more bad news,
I'm sorry,
But I don't know,
How long my body can go for.
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