No Metaphor

Sacked from the Hilton after war with will warn felt lonely because all that had known me had shown me in my hour of need I only had my only no one took me seriously when stress became quite clear to see little bits of my stories listened to no depths though when I tried to say that they say it wasn’t true shrugged off that didn’t happen to you, I was confused and spoke events out of order, the boss and her boss abusing the porter, when I told my mum she went berserk sort your work problems out at work, and tell who? my boss and her boss and no HR, licensed freedom to go to far and they target me regardlessly now Johann and Cindy won’t speak up for me and that fat Helen is a total b.... mum and dad convinced I always wanted attention so when I told dad he believed I exaggerate the situation everyone I turned to in desperation showed me I’m worthless had worn their patience see my story isn’t simple, truth is I had no people, attention seek? never, I’m natural I act unconformed it’s not normal so you look at me it’s horrible, branded stupid selfish need to be punished, being the one is awful, singled out and shown a fool, centre of attention as the moron, what would I seek that for? I have told this story before using metaphor, now straight truth no bull.... this poem is the start there's more straight up truth no metaphor,