It's time they open up their eyes.
All the manipulation and the lies.
They've worked their hands to the bone.
Doing so much all alone.
Running on little to no rest.
Giving you their very best.
Picking up the slack, and you barely having their back.
Then you wonder why they're mad and why their performance turns bad.
So much resentment from poor treatment.
So many of them who try and try and are still just getting by.
By Selena Myers
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