A distraction,
that always seems to be what I am considered.
A tool, a punching bag, a balancing mechanism,
and mostly,
a light bulb.
If I go dim even for the briefest amount of time chaos breaks loose,
but when I am shining,
when I am truly, truly glowing.
No one really seems to care.
But what am I to do?
Sitting here without rest
growing darker as I hover over others’ lives
They are allowed darkness
Allowed to rest
Their “concerns” for me
Are only so I can continue to shine
For them