When everything is Insufficient

When nothing ever seems to satisfy,

The ones you must serve,

When everything you must justify,

Yet such a fact they refuse to observe

What can you do in that spot?

When your faults are the only things to be seen,

What would be your thought,

When it doesn't matter what results you bring?

No one with sense would see any fruit there,

Because of the little they actually do,

Even when their work demonstrated how much they cared,

In the end to those people, such detail will never come through

How can anyone take advantage of such kindness?

As if they're entitled to?

Such a thought to me is mindless,

To any who do this, I have no good opinion of you