I wrote this poem after a day at work where I felt humiliated by the way someone spoke to me in front of other people.


3. Thanks for that.

You'd not met me before.

Knew nothing about me.

Yet you thought it was fine.

To start on me as well.


Where's the fairness in that?

To gang up on me,

with them.

Leaving me outnumbered/


You took their side.

Why am I not surprised?

How could you think your help exceeded expectations?

Think about how it appears to me.


You've ripped me to shreds.

Without a consideration for my feelings.

I can't believe you do what you do,

How do you live with yourself?

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