A rage wells up

inside of me

with every

extra

question.

Did you do this

and

how bout that?

It's worse than going to confession.

At least there

I'd get penance

and a moment of silence.

Instead, here I sit

and fume

and contemplete violence.

 

I could get up and leave. 

Just walk away.

But then I'd be suffering

a different sort of pain come rent day.

And so here I am, pretending to be

A steadfast and loyal employee

when all I really want is to be free.