Underappreciated

I wrote this and thought I should share 
It's been a while since I wrote any poems.

I miss it.

 Underappreciated.

Your work goes unnoticed, irrelevant.

Day by day, one word, one look kills a lifetime of effort.

Your heart feels like its dying little by little

It seems like everything you do or touch goes wrong.

So you curl all alone in your bed wondering

When did it all go err?

What changed and why did it change?

You wonder how the hell you got yourself into that mess

With misery for your only company

And under-appreciated for a middle name.

You start thinking that in the end

No one cares

Because out of the blue,

You were left to rot alone with your thoughts and a burdensome sadness

That seems to weight as much as mother earth.

All because, your value goes unnoticed, and all is irrelevant;

Leaving you Under-appreciated.

GJP