Ugly Stew

It's rather funny how a bad day at work can inspire a good session of writing.  I sent this to my wife just to clear my head and blow off some steam.  I went back and reread it, and decided it should go in The Phoenix Documents.

I am in a real ugly place right now.

Sinking fast…exit…how?

I’ve printed and signed

My letter to quit

I’m sick and tired

Of all this $h1T

I can’t do my job as I should

I feel real bad and it don’t feel good

Pulled left and right and way off balance

No chance to hone my few lone talents

I’m tired and pissed and just don’t care

And norm’ly that’s just not my aire

I don’t like where I’ve gotten to

Not much left and what to do

I’m not the kind that’ll take my life

But this place, this race, this patch of strife

I just don’t like it - I won’t deny

Is this depression? Or just a lie?

I hurt day in and day out

Why the struggle? Why the bout?

I hurt from stress with no release

Bottled up I can’t find peace

I work because that’s what I do

A robot man among the slew

Who don their fake happy faces

Like sad reminders of other places

And it’s not fair I dump on you

The angst I feel, this ugly stew

Cuz once I’m up then you’re down too

This seesaw battle until life’s thru

No drug, no counsel, or hypnotist

Can change the things that make me pissed

Only attitude and change

Can get my mind back within range

On doing what I have to do

Like it, lump it, it’s nothing new

I guess that’s life…
What can ya do?