You want me to be me,
but the me you envision.
After all you're always right.
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I maintain my own balance with the world,
but again my imperfections are brought to light.
Unsurprisingly I let you down,
Not because I refuse, but because I cannot fight.
I am not allowed to be me.
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You expect me to be more. Everything at once.
To take care of my self, others left unattended.
To maintain the enviroment, other aspects let down.
I'm slow, I don't understand, I run out of time. Doesn't matter.
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You miss the attention, the dedication, that I used to give.
You want the little things, the gifts, the cuddles, the affection.
I with to provide, but often cannot, the hell if I know why.
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I've come to live in fear.
Reluctant to return home from work
Not wanting us left alone.
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The easy seperation isn't an option, too many depend on us.
I don't want that. I never would have started if I wanted an end.
But I don't know how to heal. Or if we can.
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Always on the negative, never the positive.
Providing motivation out of fear not desire.
Meanwhile I'm dying inside.
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I've had to learn to resist depression
and to repress who I am.
I've given up dreams of a future
and am left to see what happens.
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So much sacrifice that cannot be undone,
starting to wonder what I gave it up for.