I work hard most everyday just like most people do

I’m sick of hearing your complaints, I’m sick of what you do.

You make good money, you cry all day, yet you aren’t satisfied,

You turn your back on me you see, I hate the way you lie.

You tell me that you are my friend, to pinned me to the ground,

When push had came, and shove showed up, your nose was turning brown.

Its not that I want sympathy or someone just to lean on,

All I want is freedom, or someone I can beat on.

I feel frustrated by many things and many people too,

At work you see I can’t be me,

That’s why I’m not like you.

I feel that I am strong, when at my weakest moments,

I push things all behind me, yet no one truly knows me.

It’s like hiding all my feelings so none is aware,

Of all I have endured, or ever really cared.

This I want to say so try and understand,

To be all that you can be it’s not so hard for me.

To all my people and all my friends throughout this whole dam nation,

I hope you are as sick of this and all this dam frustration.

From JC…        07/30/09