The late night texts
Of things people don’t know
Where I want to scream
Into the void
Leave me alone
But that’s not professional
Recently they’ve transversed
Into declarations of things I don’t know
Taunted
Held above me
Every inch of my being
Saying I don’t care
But that’s not professional
Hours at work fixing others mistakes
Doing the things
They don’t even know
That they’re not doing
Wanting to tell them
They just need to get better
But that’s not professional
The exponential stress
Building up
Breaking me down
Day by day
Until I’m crying on my day off
Wanting to quit
Wanting to call in sick
But thats not professional
Rhiannon Writes 