March 3rd, 2010

Grem_Sleepy

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Do you ever get to the point where it seems nothing you do is valued?
That all your efforts amount to is that you're little more than an expendable tool for someone else?
You're dumped the moment something new or shiny comes visiting, who cares if you're being abused or they'll be gone tomorrow?
But...you know, keep working like the drone you are. Your work is appreciated but just not you.
Yeah, no one cares about you, that you're bleeding too.
Because really, you're just there to work and why don't you just shut up, because no one cares to hear your side. You're just there to serve and to be kicked to everyone else's satisfaction.

Yeah, so I'm in a crappy, crappy mood. So crappy, I'm liable to bite someone's head off. Spent this morning at a job placement centre. Listening to loads of information. My second session. Oh, yeah they're so up it hurts my ears. But that doesn't change the situation. I'm going to go and reapply everywhere with a new-look resume. Oh, yippee. How about a new look world where people don't use you and abandon you the moment someone else they like better comes along? No? Then...I'll go and write some really nasty fics then because at least that won't have the opportunity of sending me to jail.

Yes, which characters do I think are more evil on the inside than good and I really detest?
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Poetry Avon might appreciate

I wrote this a month ago for a story and poetry site. Who knew that a month later, I'd feel even worse than when I wrote it.

The Slave

The slave cast her eyes down,
her body trembling,
the faint flush of shame reddening her cheeks,
and her legs weak with fear.
An air of defeat hung around her,
a dark cloud of despair and hopelessness,
the last gasp of freedom had long been exhaled from her lungs.

I need this job.
I need to eat.
I need all the things a body requires.

For that she had sold her soul.

"You're a worthless piece of…"

The slave shut the doors of her mind,
not wanting to hear another
assault on her bleeding ears.

"Now go and sell this…"
Piece of junk.

"Extol its virtues…"
Lie through your teeth.

"To all the deserving…"
Suckers like me, who
can't even afford a meal without bowing to
the bastards of this world.

"Sell! Sell! Sell!"
Bull, bull, bull…

"Do you hear me…"

Slave number one one five four at your service, sir.
And may your soul rot in hell.

I am already there.
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