I'm overworked
Underpaid
Misjudged
Misused
Tired
And my body, mind, and soul feels fragile
Brittle
Breakable
I tend to let my mind run
Race
Wonder
Drift
And daydream
Feeling heavy
I am alone
In the middle of crowed road
I cry
Weep
Wail
And Sob
I can't figure out what I keep going towards
What is my goal
Aim
Plan
Objective
Or purpose
I am an overthinker
Underachiever
Middle line meter
Yes ma'am people pleaser
I know my faults
Downfalls
It's mind-boggling how well I can put myself down
So when I look at you
showing a face that is  unbothered by your words
That is because my worse enemy isn't you
It's me
So call me what you want
Say what you will
Only my own words can cut me
I can bully myself rather well you see
For in my world
My mind
The one who can get to me
Is me
I don't need your snickers
Whispers
Rumors
You're like a tumor
A lost unwanted tumor
Searching for a place to nestle
The only problem is
I've place for you rest
I'm busy staring at my reflection
I judge myself
So I am my own bully
No new applications are being excepted
The job is filled
How about you find yourself a new occupation