THEY ARENT MINE

Why’s it so hard to just say no
when the task’s not mine,
and they still let it go?
Emails pile,
deadlines grow near,
yet they hand me work
I was never meant to steer.
I smile, say “sure,”
though I’m falling behind
is it people-pleasing,
or just how I’m designed?
It’s not my role,
not my place,
but still I carry
what’s not my case.