I see the way you look at me
I see it in your eyes
At first it wasn’t obvious
You mask your intentions
Behind a disguise
The hatred you feel for me
I honestly don’t know why
What have I done to you
What have I said
What change your kind demanour
What made you want to make my days hell
Is it the way I stay in my corner ?
Or how I stare out the window endlessly?
Or how I’m polite and respectful ?
Or how I take  my job seriously ?
Is it the way people start to slowly greet me as I settle in ?
Is it the way the manager talks to me when nobody will?
It baffles me how I barely know you
But your intentions toward me are so ill
When I struggle or make mistakes You attack me  with your snide remarks and insults
Coming in for the ****
I **** you with kindness , I smile at your mean gestures  , You pick on me because you want a reaction ,
But I’m not weak I will never give you that satisfaction.
Is it because I try to do my job so well ?
I do it with pride
I am my own person
I don’t hide behind a disguise
I am me unapologetically and if you don’t like that then maybe the problem is with you .