It repeats 
Each dawn heralds another day 
Of emptying more of myself 
Until there is nothing left 
And I wonder who I am amongst this mess

It repeats 
Hours full of frustration  
And endless, endless requests 
No break 
No peace 
Snatched moments are filled with guilt

It repeats 
The slow loss of identity 
A seemingly meaningless existence 
I wonder if my joy 
Is being leeched from my soul

It repeats 
The heart-cry for more 
To be seen  
To be known 
To be held 
For more than this role I play

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