Why do we do this
To ourselves,
Try to be everything
All at once?
Wife, mother,
Friend, lover,
Everything to everyone,
But never quite enough.
Earn a living,
Pay the bills,
Bits of paper
Barking orders,
Rules we must obey.
How can we hack
This hectic world,
Where multi-tasking's
A way of life?
How can we ever be
Ourselves,
When no-one sees
The 'real' you,
And no-one cares
To look?
Coping.
That's all we do.
'Living''s become
A thing of the past.
Time's become
A slap on the wrist
Reminding us all to
Stop thinking,
Get on with it.
Screw that.
Enough.
Let me breathe;
I need to feel again.
I have to live,
Not exist.
I want to take a moment
To let the sunlight kiss my skin,
Smell the calming apple blossom,
Welcome the spring breeze.
So hold me,
Hug me close,
Help me stop.
Make me take a breath...
Then I can cope.
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