Too Much is Enough

Long held responsible for things so out of my control
You canít see my anxiety, but this all takes a toll
As Iím poked and prodded to stretch myself all the farther
And I canít say no but Iím not looking to be a martyr
How can I continue when Iíve nothing left to give?
When life is all about taking, on what shall I live?
These responsibilities unknowingly, unwantedly placed on my shoulders
But I am not Atlas, and cannot handle the planet much less these boulders
I stumble in my steps, though I know it could be worse
This isnít even a mighty complaint, much less a curse
But I can feel the resentment rise, as I internally rage and fight
And though I try and keep it at bay with all of my might
I am only human and as such cannot be easily swayed
Though with each passing day, I am more and more dismayed
I know if I were to cut off this support all at one time
Much less being there for everyone and less being fine
I know people would turn against me and think me some witch
That if I couldnít care about them the I wasnít worth an inch
In their hearts but sometimes this feeling is so strong
That I must let them learn for themselves and can no longer go along
With the status quo as it were and must go it alone
To find myself, to mend myself, and to finally heal my own
Written by Misfitpoet89
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