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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