My heart starts racing
I can feel the hate
Hate of my workplace
But not my workmates.
Every day a new thing
To bring the anxiety on
An argument between Admin
Another edict to follow.
I do my best each day
And appreciate the staff who appreciate me
So why do I feel so anxious
When I set foot inside the gates.
I leave on a Friday afternoon
Can’t wait to get back to the car
And then I spend the weekend
Worrying, fretting, chest tight
About things outside my control.
It’s not like I cannot handle things
I just don’t know how much more I can take
I keep pulling from reserves
I never knew I had.
No matter how much l enjoy my students
No matter how much they impact me
I do not know if I can walk back
And teach in a school again.
My last stint may have finished me
I guess only time will tell
If I can walk back into a school yard
As a teacher ever again.