You spout lie after lie she said
But the only lie here is hers
You can check my email I call
To her back as the door closes
Of course she doesn’t come back
She’ll check them tomorrow
As she and others do every week
On my day off – I wonder why?
The atmosphere is toxic
Mental torture on a daily basis
Eighteen years of being belittled
Is eighteen years too long
I used to bend over backwards
To help, to be useful
But that only made me a doormat
Now I’m empty of care
They’ve drained me off
Left me like a lifeless husk
That is too weary to bother
With their petty spite and bile