All For Granted

I used to love feeling needed-
I used to bask in glory of that feeling,
Of people asking me to do thing for them.
Not anymore.
Now I loathe it.
Perhaps because I am no longer asked,
Now I’m expected to be there.
It’s no longer my choice,
And I hate it.
I can’t fucking stand it.
I need to get out of here,
But if I leave,
Who will take my place?
No one.
No one is as experienced as I,
Yet no one understand how staying here is killing me.
I don’t have respect,
I don’t have the happiness I used to feel.
I’m stuck inside a sink-hole,
Trapped until I can find an escape,
Whether it be leaving for good,
Or having them realize how much they take me for granted...