SELF

I'm daily life.

SELF

You labour, you cry, you suffer,

You spend sleepless nights,

Doing the dirty job,

You are the useless one,

The one who has nothing to do with his time,

Only to never be appreciated,

Only to be down-played,

And in the end you sit in the corner

And watch the rewards of your strive,

Crowned as the success of others.

 

Author's Note

Being a while but my skills aren’t blunt.