The Despicable Man Poem by Premila Patel

You were my boss
I was beneath you and never above you.
I respected you and worshipped the ground you walked on.
I enjoyed our professionalism.
I helped ease your workloads and I met your constant demands.
Your wish was my command!

So... why did you see me as a threat?
You’re the one with the power
I am beneath you remember.
You pushed me out of the door.
I didn’t do anything wrong.
You disrespected me. It was so unfair
Not even a leaving card or a thank you card.
No dignity whatsoever.
Were you trying to knock down my self confidence?
Was this your objective? Or even a hidden agenda?
Who is really the winner and who is the loser? ?
So many unanswered questions.
I feel betrayed….
Why did you do it?