Injury is compensated. Not in every case. I store it up, I have no release. There is no solid recourse. I look at the process it isn’t broken; it just doesn’t work like they said. I’m shut out. Left without recourse. I wish for relief instead. I do not matter to you any more. Is it possible I admire you too much? I can’t believe I’m taking you for your word. When you have not shown you care. I’m going to take a walk. Don’t question me. I need to think about things. It isn’t fair; it is not like it was. It is not. Like it should be. I’m getting full. There is no relief. How much more I’m I to store? The process is supposed to provide. I don’t want to store any more. Outside stimulants, inside pain. Internal searching going no where. Respect is what separates us from savage men. Economic struggle millenniums old. Taking from me, denying me. Struggling kind. The plan never stops in this realm of time. Spin on things. Stop the pain you deliver I'm suppose to get what I deserve for my injury. If not compensation. How about an apology?