The employment syndrome

I don’t mind if you get fat off me
as long as you don’t take that from me
which makes me
who I am.

talk to me
about anxiety,
and
that just puts
the knife in me.

When does depression
become
one more obsession?
is it a
a case of OCD?
or is it
me being me who
I am?

So many who think that I’m on the drink
or drugs,
that bugs me
more anxiety
but that’s just the fucked up society
I live in.

I should maybe give in
and
throw in the towel.

Metaphorically
I accuse me and the
muses
diffuse this bomb that’s
inside me,

there’s no override
no recourse to
a court of law
I never expected
anything more.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.