I Don'T Feel Under Appreciated Poem by Kathlene Ann

I am under appreciated.
I try, really try, to help others;
To please friends,
But they don't see
-No one sees-
How my efforts have worn me out;
Worn me down to no more than a carcass
Inhabited by my tired, subservient soul.
So I am taken for granted;
Taken advantage of.
I fulfill those wishes I can without complaint
Then am returned to anonymity
With little more than a quick word
And the shell of a smile.
I do not feel under appreciated.
I feel utterly misunderstood and alone.
So alone.