It's really hard to do a job because you don't have time for your family and friends :(



Feeling so tired, feeling so low

This job has made me restless

And eaten up my glow


People around me are so hard to be read

I have understood

Practical life was a dreadful tread


I don’t want fake sincerities circling me around

It’s frustrating

I have to stay caged and duty-bound


I get afraid of new Hello-s and Hi-s

I wince at all

Everything seems phony and full of lies


Some are good, some feel like snake oil

Seems so scary

But I have to bear as I have to toil


Hours of work indeed, numbs me

Weariness overwhelms

I wish there’s an outlet to flee


It would be perfectly fine

If I’ve time for my friends

I won’t be tired even if I work from one to nine


Life gets so tough, like that

Without loved ones

Everyone gives the impression so dull and matte


On top of it all, I miss my besties

The trips, the outings

And the cakes and teas


I wish for our same joyful make ups

So that we meet again

And talk of our dresses and break-ups


Those sweet memories well up my tears

So agonizing it is

To think of my munchkins and my dears


My colleagues say I’ve great future, so near

If I can’t talk to my chums

Please tell them, such prophesies I don’t want to hear


Feeling so tired, feeling so low

This job has made me distant

Help me get back to my friends, please if you could do so!




Submitted: April 18, 2018

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Oh, Rehmat, there is so much sadness and loneliness in this poem. Hopefully it won't be for long. The tiredness, people being so hard to read -- I can honestly relate to both.

Wed, April 18th, 2018 7:31pm


So true Hull I feel so bad now-a-days. It's too hectic! I hope so too that it's not for so long

Wed, April 18th, 2018 11:51pm

Mike S.

Jobs can certainly suckheto humanity and joy out of you, can't they?

Wed, April 18th, 2018 7:35pm


Yeahhhhh :(

Thu, April 19th, 2018 2:10am


I can relate so perfectly with this piece, my love :( I pray circumstances improve for You!

Wed, April 18th, 2018 9:40pm


Thanks honey I uderstand your frustration as well :(

Thu, April 19th, 2018 2:09am


I hate normal work because it turns life into a depression that is each day. No happiness left, nothing, it just eats every piece of freedom, and it feel like a part of your life has died. I hate this feeling too, and I hate we can't talk as much now, because like your truthful words here, it makes us tired because it leaves us unhappy. I feel sorry for you dearest, because people in the workplace are a facade, and they are not your friends. I wish I could change your day for you, so that you have time with your friends, and that you will never feel tired. Normal work takes the life out of our soul, and I understand why you feel like this. I'll make it better for you Rehmat one day soon. You have written your frustrations beautifully here, showing what you really feel about this part of life, and I admire that. Just hang in for me, and we will change this dearest. Excellent poem.

Wed, April 18th, 2018 9:51pm


Aww how kind of you. I'm glad it's relatable and I knew it would be. You're true that practical life eats up our energies and part of our life dies :( thanks for reading

Wed, April 18th, 2018 11:49pm

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