I Feel Like It's Not Enough

This job's a carnival,
A carousel of people, comical,
Not knowing what to do, or where to go,
Walking 'round and 'round,
But with a destination, bound.
I feel as if I am but a jester,
Humble, but ridiculed for not going faster,
For not doing more, or doing better,
But only behind closed doors,
Not to my face, as I walk these corridors.
I feel as if they are waiting to see,
If I can be the best I can be,
And if not, they will let me go,
I don't really know.
I stand in the searing pain of their glares,
I blister and bubble in the customer's stares,
Their judgement is palpable,
But I'm getting better and better able
To rise from the ashes,
Carrying the sandwich batches,
Sprouting from the soil and grime,
As I spend my painful time,
The minutes that feel like hours,
Into gains, instead of failures.
I've always been doing my best,
But I feel like it's not enough to pass the test,
But I know they'd let me go,
If I could not ever show
What an asset I am,
I must remember that, when I'm in an emotional jam.