Don't like your tilted stage
The role you made me play
Of the fool, no, I don't like you
I don't like your perfect crime
How you laugh when you lie
You said the gun was mine
Isn't cool, no, I don't like you (oh!)
But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time
Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time
I've got a list of names and yours is in red, underlined
I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me
Ooh, look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you just made me do
Look what you just made me do
I don't like your kingdom keys
They once belonged to me
You ask me for a place to sleep
Locked…
This is one of the hottest song now that I know by Taylor Swift. It kinds of resembles the mood I am in. Recently, the management introduced some measures to the unhappiness of many. It was pure politics play and definitely not a win-win situation in my opinion. It sets me thinking harder of the recent video I watched by Dan Lok about Passive income. He said that most people relies on linear income from their job, one that pays you by the hour, whether high or low. We are merely exchange time for money and succumb to the rules played by the puppet master.
God, I seriously cannot think of a rationale reason for you to put me here and what lessons are there to learn when people are not compassionate and caring but mainly serving their self-interest. It brings out the ugly side of me and I had to suppress it hard, careful not to reveal them to my coworkers. It is a suffocating feeling, one that making private calls or checking emails feel like you are being watched. It puts you on the toes and gets you feeling nervous.
Oh God, how I missed my liberating days where I can bring my kids to school daily, prepare dinner and able to run in the mid afternoon. Now, I am left with weekends to do it and requires some discipline to do it.
Am I over the hill, are my skills obsolete? Where do I belong next , oh God? Give me a clear sign, direction , a person that can safely talk. I trust your plans are higher than mine and you are definitely more visionary than me. And you have good plans for me , not one that make me suffer even though I felt like this sometimes, my confession.
I know I must not give up easily and hang on to your words dearly so send me your timely words, oh God.