This is a story about how I feel when I have to work with people I don't like. I am sure that everyone can relate as everyone has to work with people they just really don't like.
People I don't like.
Why oh why do I have to work with them? I know I may sound like a spoilt brat but I just don't care about that.
As admit it you feel exactly the same way about it. That I always do and it makes me angry that there is nothing I can do.
I want to scream and shout until my hair falls out.
I have to pretend I like them when really I want to end them.
So to make myself feel better I release my anger by writing it in a poem or a letter.
But when the time comes to be rid of them I make a bid on how long I will last.
Sometimes better other times worse.
That it may even sound like I am singing or writing a verse.
Every time it is always the same.
I scream and shout until I am in pain.
I think about the time when I will be free
As if I am floating at sea
When that shinning day of glory arrives
I am always in surprise
That I survived another day
So then I can go out to play
Everything is fine at long last
Until another times crepts up on me
Here I go figithing against she
Will I ever be free?
Or will I always be locked away
Inside a place far away
I remind myself that one day I will be free
but if only I could see
That I am free as a bee