Standing here but I am invisible So many roles I am wearing A daughter, A sister, A wife, A mother.. Yet who am I, really? My hands dry from the chores My energy lost to the hustle My youth sapped by the routines Yet it is still never enough I hear the familiar whines The sharp take of breath A glare that burns my skin As I keep up this pretense of normal Grinding everyday but I am invisible The never-ending load No thanks No hugs No help No enough Be a good woman, they say You must care and ...

Standing here but I am invisible So many roles I am wearing A daughter, A sister, A wife, A mother.. Yet who am I, really? My hands dry from the chores My energy lost to the hustle My youth sapped by the routines Yet it is still never enough I hear the familiar whines The sharp take of breath A glare that burns my skin As I keep up this pretense of normal Grinding everyday but I am invisible The never-ending load No thanks No hugs No help No enough Be a good woman, they say You must care and ...