You are my Caseworker, so why do I feel so betrayed?
You say one thing to me, yet different to them, the deffinition is two faced. 
With all that you do it's considered a lie after lie,
But what the hell do you care? By the end of the day you sleep fine.
You don't live my life you just get a chance to be in it.
Your only my social worker your restrictions are limited.
Still, you dont get a say, or decide that final decision,
You'll never understand how my pain hurts like an open inscision.
Never did I wish you encountered such a disaster,
Though if you did, you'd know how much needed to be mastered.
I'm handling each tast with a grain of sugar and salt.
By the end of the day, this wasn't only primarily my fault.