Silly turmoil

I am silly. Silly is me
Please do not disagree.
I seem to self destruct most days
That's me all silly come what may

This self destructive lass I be
Is because my minds not free
If I do aid a friend in need
My mind says 'you're one bad seed'

So here I go, I self destruct
My confidence is firmly plucked
And I feel guilty for being nice
inner feelings imprecise

Though turmoil lives without my soul
The real old me, my title role
Is to help those wanting need
Its in my nature, in my seed

My doctor once said this to me
Her voice was calm I guarantee
She said you'll be fine when pressures rough
But when its not, its not enough

I over think, I wonder why
Why helping people makes me cry
I am silly. Silly me
Please do not disagree.