𝒴ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝒹 － 𝒶 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈

14

I don't think that anyone

Will ever understand

How I feel.

The eldest daughter

The caretaker

The responsible one

The natural-born leader

The mom

I know he's not my son

But he is.

I know it's not

My responsibility

But it is.

I know I need to

Take care of myself

But I can't,

Not when others

Need me more.

Who am I

If no one needs me?

Am I invisible

Until I am

Useful again?

Do I even matter

If I can't fulfill

Their needs?

What will happen

When will I leave?

Will they miss me

Because they love me

Or because I'm not there

To serve them?

When will I ever be taken care of?

When will I ever be loved unconditionally?