Simmering Under My Skin
I can only take so much. Some make up the rules as the go, while I try to do everything I was taught and told. Some folks do nothing and get away with everything on shift; I do everything and when something goes wrong, they’re on to me like smoke on a fire. The ash is building up and simmering under my skin; my patience is growing weary and thin. If they go on to anger me again, they’ll know when the final countdown will finally begin.












