MUTE

They called me lazy,

They see me as incapable,

yet I am there,

Its like they try to prove to me,

That I am an invalid,

but yet trying to keep me.

Like a charity case.

Its an alm,

i should be thankful,

Thats what they expect.

But i know,

I know that I am not any of it,

any of what they think of me.

And the Pay parity,

Between new and old,

its speaks mountains,

And yet I stay quiet,

Just like a mountain.

Because of the clause added,

To protect their own interest.

The disclosure policy!

Damn Policy!

With every insult,

Invisibility,

Stones of incapability thrown at me,

Struggling with techie stuff,

I walk around like a ghost,

Wailing like a banshee,

But unheard.

Be better,

Be better,

I say to myself.

But then I feel its not my fault,

I am better.

Walk away,

Walk away head held up high,

I say to myself.

But then I need the money to survive.

Can I walk away without the blink of an eye?

With all thats going around?

With the needs,

The wants,

And all thats inclusive.

We have family,

We have commitments,

And we are answerable.

We have a voice,

But we are tongue tied.

Everyone,

Everyone's a little tongue tied.

But hurt,

Silence,

Suppression,

And helplessness.

All interconnected,

Yet all too painful.

Play along some said,

Some collegues.

Definitely it has helped them,

But whats the point?

Whats the point of it all?

Of being the beta?

Of being the prey?

The vulnerable?

We are humans,

We are weak,

But we are also strong.

Companies install policies,

So we dont ask questions.

And then they say,

If you have any concerns get back to us,

Bullshit!

A load of crap!

But its ok,

We are corporate slaves,

Biting down on concrete policies,

Suppressing,

Our screams,

Our wild,

The animal within us.

We are trained,

To be domestic,

To be pets,

To perform.

Continue the charade,

Be the monkey of the circus,

Or the dwarf,

Whatever fetches you your daily bread.

Its okay,

If you call me lazy,

If you call me stupid,

Or worthless,

Or invalid,

I dont allow myself to be priced by your tags,

I dont allow myself to drop down on my knees,

I am in control,

I am going rogue,

But I am still in control.

You continue to be you,

And I will remain myself.

All the hurts,

Well my tears for now will wash that away,

But the wounds,

The wound marks would remain,

To prove to me that I am stronger.

Call upon the storm,

I am here,

Waiting.