Dear you,
You can try your best, you can beat your chest. You can scream at the wall, in this very big wide hall.
All you hear will be your own echoes. And your own reflection. Then,
You will see what an ugly persona you have turned into.
Ugly, angry , frustrated but what can you do.
At the end of the day.
He is the boss and I’m not.
Owh, help me accept. Help me go through this with grace.
Missing serenity.