Un

Ungrateful
Unappreciated
Do you see we are both victims
Of the Un's?
You don't know what you have
You can't even begin to imagine
You take
And take for granted
And you are blind to the very misdoing

Cynical blood boils in me
I am not usually one of pride
And I do not regularly seek recognition
But I am thin and I am weary
And I am sad.

You hurt more than a punch
Repeatedly to the bricks
Fresh bruise over old bruise
New eruption
Over old ruins
Because, you see, I am weak
Weak on the outside, yes
But even more fragile on the inside
And those are the punches
One
After another
After another
That wreck me.

You told me once I shouldn't keep things inside
Shouldn't go on with my head screaming
Words and phrases and tense, tense episodes
But if I told you
There would be no going back

I would make your ego weep
Your heart, not break, but shrivel
Dry itself out, shun any future comfort
I would make your memories black
Say things that rip you to the core
I would give every punch back
One
After another
After another
And I would wreck you.

You will always be an Un-
Ungrateful, to be sure,
But also underwhelming
Undermining
And undeserving
Hopefully one day you too will be unappreciated
So you will know
You will feel
What it is like to reside in the pit of loyalty's Hell
Because that is what makes it all truly unbelievable.