"Hellish subservience" By Ben Goode 2019 (c)

Let me speak, let me speak!
Another day, ha-ha another day! 
There was no good morning. Just a face-off.
And they did it again didn't they?
A barrage of toxic words is all they know.
With such disrespect, with loose tongues of profanities. 
Thrown at you like shit in your face.
You hate them don't you? 
As they stand there again. Taking away your self respect.

"Well I hope y'all fucking happy, y'all fucked up again!"

You had to stay silent. While they stared at you for a reaction.
But silence remains. 
Out of fear. 
God forbid if you stood up to them.
Your facade of calmness starts to crumble.
And inside you boil. 

"Go on, say something, say anything, I have that power. 
I want to tell you, you've lost your fucking job!"

It's what he wants isn't it? To get rid of you?
Because you're so disposable. 
They can afford to treat you this way.
To potentially get rid of all of you, as you stand there, 
and listen to them speak to you like a dog!
Like a disobedient dog! But you didn't do anything.
Just to treat you all the same. 
He has stepped over the line, and you know it.
It's like it used to be, in school, all over again!
I know you cannot look into their eyes.
You feel like you don't matter, don't you?
A servant that has to tolerate being spoke to like that.
Such disrespect, with loose tongues of profanities.
I can feel the rising anger within you. 
How do you hold it back? It's getting more difficult isn't it?
The darkness is pressing against the inside of your head.
You want to scream, you want to yell out, and say you've had enough!
And you had long ago. 
Suffer in silence. Suffer you little meaningless person.
You have surrendered your courage, to make a living.
But perhaps it is Hell. For it could be no worse.
Sit in your space, and be silent. Walk on eggshells, to the next.
Leave each day, that you've wasted. 
Go home in your exhaustion. 
Sleep in fear that you have closed your eyes, in the wrong place.
Watch the clock in anticipation in a broken sleep.
Ready to return to the Hellish subservience.
And the corridors of limbo.