Angry,
disturbed I sit in the dark,
Feeling my
life is a worthless junk,
Every memory
now seems an error,
Was every
step taken drunk?
I fear the
morning that lies ahead,
Fear my
hours of working there,
I tremble
walking through that door,
The confident
me, now hides in fear.
So what if I
made a mistake,
I am a
human, can’t I err?
But the way
you bullied me,
Makes me
question my own worth.
Your words
like knife, did chop my smile,
Decibel high,
they cut and maim,
With head
hung low, I fumble more,
Your spit on
me validates the claim.
I wish you
could be a helping hand,
Pat my back
and say it’s fine,
I wish you
could remember the quote,
To err is
human, to forgive is divine.
