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 just too hard to climb
I don’t know how to do it this time
My mask is falling apart
Not gonna let my children see what’s underneath as I love them with all my heart.