War

And there were dry flowers hanging from the vase.

Even fleeting roses outlive your will.

The world is at war but you are not my trench.

I tried to be your sword lily. Your bunker.

I tried so hard to blossom in you. 

8 to 5

One good day they found my dignity for sale

And I got an offer I could not refuse

My intelligence misplaced, my life misused

For living and surviving are not the same thing

One day I gave them the right to tell me I am not enough

My passion dead somewhere along eternal shifts and backhanded compliments

Never had I been in an ark so toxic

Yet I show up and smile everyday 

If I am not worth that much, then go ahead, pay less

But you don't have to be that way

Sorry to disappoint you

I'm not what you expected but you're all I've got for now

Each cent you've given me I've repaid with each second of life

And now the love of me, my wellness, is all gone

You managed to turn into a dreadful hole what used to be my core

My excitement into boredom 

I don't recognize myself anymore.