The worst thing that could happen

The worst thing in the End

Would be to be alone

With no one as a friend

I'd work 10 hours everyday

With no break in between

My life would not be my own

I'd be a servant to a queen

My life would be meaningless

If I sat around all my days

Listening to the tap of pens

And never seeing sun rays

At lunch no one would be around

To talk about their other life

Because in this hell on earth

Your job becomes your wife!

And at the end of the day

If it weren't already bad

I'd walk into a dark cold house

With no one to tell why I'm so sad

Loneliness on someone's time

Being someone else's Doll

Would not be ok with me

No, not ok, at all