The Maid

I live in a house filled with work,

But then there is this one jerk,

She is also known as a maid,

I always want her to fade,

She is given more value,

About which I have no clue,

My mother thinks of her as a helper,

And I am not valued in my own shelter,

She just washes dishes and sweeps the floor,

When I come she doesn't even open the door,

It looks like I am a dummy,

Totally dependent on my unreliable mummy.

The maid always takes holidays,

But then her salary is raised,

If I ask for a holiday at school,

To school I am chased,

When she doesn't come to work,

My mom is a hell lot worried,

But when I stay out for stay overs,

All worries for me are buried,

After all I am her child,

Not a dog out in wild,

But she still prefers the maid over me,

Neglecting me with glee.