That Is How I Feel

The work I do
with the whole heart
where I slog and score
causes no commemoration.

The responses go south,
strings being pulled
goes the cheer.

Array of disappointment
percolates. fixes me
in a state of despair.
I get rattled.

Being placed almost
in similar status,
every time, I reconcile
with no other go.

The indifference drives
me to ends, the insinuations
largely hurt, I stick to my
principles ever strong
with a smile.