Can’t let it go
False accusations
The constant challenge
And, all the questions.
The why and how
I didn’t say
The finger pointing
That starts my day.
Always right
You come on strong
To great lengths
To prove me wrong.
Simple things
An interrogation
Turning into
Accusations.
Never wrong
What does it matter?
Who needs all
This angry chatter?
Stop the constant
Urge to fight
Always needing
To be right.
Ain’t it lonely
At the top
Can’t you find
A way to stop?
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lovenlosses 
Sounds like work; with a demanding manager that’s constantly changing the scope of what they need or want. Let it go!
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Yes! Micromanaging! Thank you for taking the time to comment! 💙
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Yikes! Sounds all too familiar!
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Sad, for sure! Thanks for reading my poem and for commenting. Greatly appreciated! 💙
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