Bruised

I broke myself worked my skin to the bone did everything I could it wasn't enough I could have stood there stared into their eyes and have done nothing the outcome is exactly the same the banana covered in bruses worked itself to pieces for a crumb of appreciation too ripe rejected not good enough left to rot in a village of those worse than itself the stupid ones the lazy ones the useless ones the ones who had long given up you worked so hard in the end it meant nothing you failed rejected left to die with the rest of the overlooked idiots the ones who deserved this fate anyway you are not enough you worked so hard for nothing useless stupid lazy everything you have worked for meant nothing to the people who decided your fate in the end you are the one who is bruised for nothing