In the end, does the one who cries win?

The layout inside the store has changed.
The reason is very simple—
it's because she was crying the other day.

The moment I found that out,
a chill went deep into my chest.

Ah, here we go again.
I found myself thinking that.

In the end, the boss does whatever she wants.
If she feels anxious, they accommodate her,
if she says she doesn't like something, the discussion stops,
and anything she doesn't agree with never gets approved.

No matter how much we think about things,
and offer opinions saying, 'This might make things better,'
if it differs from her wishes, it gets ignored.

They ask for our opinions, but
the answer was decided from the start.

If that's the case,
I wish they would just do whatever they want.
I end up feeling that kind of resignation.

What is the point of working at this job?

Everyone,
isn't saying these things because they want an easy life.
They aren't saying them because they want to complain, either.

'I want to make it better'
they are just offering ideas with that simple intention.

And yet,
only the feelings of the person who cried are prioritized,
while the feelings of those who don't raise their voices and those who endure
are treated as if they don't exist.

Suddenly, I feel uneasy.

—Is this just me being angry because my opinions aren't accepted?
—Is it just jealousy?
—Am I just narrow-minded?
—Is there something wrong with me?

That way,
the target of my frustration is always turned toward myself.

But in truth,
'If you cry, the situation changes'
'Only those who speak up are protected'

I think I am just quietly despairing
at that structure.

Instead of crying, I have swallowed my feelings.
I have read the room and tried not to disrupt the atmosphere.
I have taken action myself, hoping to reduce someone else's burden.

But that is not valued.
Rather, I am treated as 'someone who has no problems.'

The people who don't cause problems
are the ones who get pushed to the back of the line.

Is that
really the right kind of teamwork?

It's not that someone's tears are bad.
It's not that she is weak.

It's just that
this situation, which looks like 'the one who cries wins,'
is unbearably painful.

Maybe I am angry.
But that is not
because my own opinions aren't accepted.

I think I am just hurt
that the voices of people trying to work sincerely
are treated as if they weren't worth listening to from the start.

Even so, once again,
I find myself thinking, 'Is there something wrong with me?'

Today, just like that,
between my own emotions and the events,
I stand here, wavering.