Micro-Management

 
You say it’s in my best interest
Well we know that line is bullshit
But that doesn’t stop you does it

There must be something wrong with me
For you to feel the incessant need
To correct my neurodivergencies

Your implicit bias is showing
With every move you’re over-controlling
All these invisible punches that you’re throwing

You’re kindling my rage inside
Tempting fate with all your lies
Injustice blatant in my eyes

You say let’s make a plan
But then you say you can’t
Give me what I ask

This battle is futile
In no time I likely will
Feel the need to kill

To get through this without swearing
I see the way you’re wearing
Me down without even caring

This place is fucking miserable
No wonder there’s such high turnover
Just waiting for my chance to unearth

All the ways you make me feel
By the time it ends my skin peels
You leave me raw and unconcealed