I CLOSE MY DOOR

 "All you do is talk s**t.

Shut up 

You need us 

We don't need you.."

I close my door.

I forgot that a staff member had done a certain task.

I ask her to go get someone to do the task.

To show her how.

"You treat me like a kid," she tells me.

Not my intention.

I was trying to help.

A voice yells at me from the kitchen. 

"Please be quiet and stop yelling," I say.

(I realize my voice is raised too I am no better. Behavior therapy begins soon. .)

"You can't tell me to be quiet.

I'll talk when I want to talk, " they respond.

I close my door.

"You are bipolar.

No one has time to deal with your multiple personalities.

That's your problem.

You tell everything.

You need a psych eval."

(I have requested one.)

I close my door.

"If you want to sit in your room and mope all day and be childish.

I don't care.

I just have to do my job"

I close my door.

(I  was creating a cover for my next children's story,)

Creativity.

Solitude.

Peace. 

Respect

I close my door.

An issue-free day. A blame-free day.

So I can keep this great room.

That's why I close my door.