I could use a quiet place,
To feed my inner self.
Constant chaos has succeeded
In placing me on a shelf.

Yesterday I helped him out,
The day before, it was she.
Today I woke up with a vow,
This was the day for me.

But again another crisis evolved,
And my attention was turned away,
And my best friend, my lonely soul,
Was neglected another day.

Day after day the same has occurred
And so the cycle has come to be,
And I am uncertain if I am still here,
Not sure that there is still a "ME."