Don't Forget There's Me

Don't Forget There's Me

Trapped in a web of circumstance

Encompassed by other's needs

Unable to choose the way forward

Unable to do as I please

Do people see me as a person

Or just the label I wear

A carer, a mother, a daughter a wife

There are so many roles to declare

My own needs are pushed further backward

As others become more increased

I'm happy to care but you people out there

Don't forget there is me underneath.

          February 2012