The interruptions, the comments, all the assumptions.
I’m falling behind, life, work is malfunctioning.
I don’t need the eyes on me, the questions or the concern.
I don’t want the distractions, the lying, your words of wisdoms.
Let me work, let me be.
Let speak the words I need to say.
Let me be still or quite, if that’s what I choose.
Let me do what do I do and be who I am.
No more walking this thin line, this tight rope of yours.
Your bags are too heavy for me to carry any longer.
You’ve overloaded me.