Everything at once,
Seems to come at me.
And when I try to talk about it,
They think I'm just over-reacting.
One minute I'm fine,
The next I want to be left alone to cry.
And of course my mother thinks this is a crime.
I'm never left alone,
She yells at me until her words seem to hit bone.
I'm always too busy doing things,
Always exhausted and feeling used.
Chores and fights are all my home brings.
I am over-burdened and depended on for too much,
Doing my mother's responsibilities and such.
Too many things depending on me to be done,
Not much time for friends and fun.
Not many people are able to see,
Too many things are being demanded of me.
I've tried to take it all in stride from the start,
I've been trying so hard to hold it together,
But now I'm just falling apart.
