Underappreciated
I work so hard
It goes unnoticed
I don’t know why
Some people get credit
It is not jealousy
It is not envy
It is frustration
It is disappointment
It is uncertainty
It is exhaustion
I wonder if my work matters
It is something I have to let go of
I feel like a muddy brown color
But want to be teal, really pretty teal
I want to feel light and full of life
I want to promise myself the positive
