Poetry

I’m done

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Pretending I like this place

I tried so hard to show up with a smile on my face

But then you stabbed me in the back five minutes after I walked through the door.

And why I ask? Your only reply was it was you or me, and you knew I wouldn’t fight back.

But here I am with no emotions left to give and a little care left as I show up and do the work.

I know this is my defense method, but there is no going back to that smiling coworker, as you’ve broken my trust for the last time.

The only thing I can say is I’m done showing all of me, and now you get none of me, and when I leave, I know you regret how you treated me.

And so I hope you will learn something from this day, and if not, that’s fine. Karma will know where to find you next time.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2023 By Deirdre Stokes

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