Like feet beating down
I feel constant pressure always,circling around
Like taking care of a lot of folks
That should really be something in a passing joke
It is hard enough taking care of me
I find no comfort or self release.
Wicked obsession with getting things done
Have rooted me down and made it all so cumbersome.
The logical way to alleviate this
Is I must require, no I must insist
That others take it upon their own self
To work out their issues, that cause them distress.
I cannot be their “puppet” anymore
I see myself headed towards a one way door.
Their reckless shurking of daily chores
Gives me often, so much more.
It isn’t my deal, nor is it really fair
I don’t want to despair
I still care,
But I need release of the daily tasks,
I wish someone else would get off their a**.
Mws R Writings 