Boxed In

I feel so boxed in…
When will the time come for a faithful servant
To win?
Surrounded by sin…they secretly hate my
Race
You are so very transparent
I see it in the fake smile that decorates your face
Why must I be so cognizant of your malice
Sitting here in the martyr’s chair
I feel your indifference
I periodically catch your searing stares
One may say “Who cares?”
Ignore ignorance
I totally agree
But when you have multiple degrees
And find yourself in an unfortunate financial
need
I have no choice but to momentarily be the object of your disgust
Lord how I loath
Not daring to trust

Thank God there’s only 8 hours in this day
Let’s not count lunch--my fortunate escape away
BS is universal and appears in many forms
But toxic environments breed emotional wars
Liars, Lovers of sabotage,
Groveling gossipers
What am I doing wrong?
Never could get used to the office bullies
Thought that type of behavior was left to callous children
Take the high road
A wise woman once said
I do, trust me I do
But the real in me says
Quit your fake smiling,
Your treacherous tactics
LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!
Cowardly savages…
If being a part of your clique
Would ease the uneasiness I feel
I’d rather drink arsenic
Subject myself to human torture
Surreal

I feel so boxed in…
When will the time come for a faithful servant
To win?
Surrounded by sin…they secretly hate my
Race
You are so very transparent
I see it in the fake smile that decorates your face
I sit watching you watching me
And now I’ve resigned myself to pray for you
Lord remove the hate from their hearts
For some know not what they do…