I am just one
I’m weak ,I normally do things alone.
I don’t like to ask
I’d rather hide behind my mask
Rather than make eye contact I’ll look at my phone
I look In the mirror and I’m shocked
I’m so different
So weak and so rocked
By this person I’ve become
I’m no longer the mother I once was
In sickness and in health it feels like my husband’s doing his duty
I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be treated normally
All roles have changed and I don’t fit in
I can’t walk the dogs or just go off camping.
Trying to help others but the resources aren’t there
I keep asking for help but nobody cares
It’s like a bad joke as the harder i try
The harder the mountain is that I need to climb.
What is the answer have I done something wrong
Maybe this is my punishment for past sins
All I know is that I’m reaching my limits
This mountain is too hard to climb
But don’t know how this time
My mask is falling apart
Not gonna let my children see what’s underneath as I love them with all my heart.