Never complained once when asked,
We complete all the monotonous tasks.
On edge some of them seem keep us,
Always moaning or making a big fuss.
No appreciation, they wear a black glove,
Whatever you do, it's never good enough.
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There are moments that feel like this that one is only as good as the last thing they did. It seems a harsh reality and well expressed here
Thank you, yes, sad really.
Appreciate it.
You are most welcome
Heavy and hard hitting, like nothing is ever good enough. Well penned.
How I`ve struggled with "not good enough!" Where and when on earth did this assumption take root? I can only think it`s a symptom of separation. Which says something about me, and the so called "elite."
A powerful poem. Your poem expresses the struggles of workers who, despite their efforts and dedication, feel undervalued and overburdened by the expectations placed upon them.
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