Reaching My Limit
I do so much for you but it's never enough.
I have no life left, no life of my own;
When I'm not there with you helping you, talking to you, shopping for you, planning for you,
making arrangements for you, catering to your every whim,
I am worrying about you, wondering when the phone will next ring,
And you'll tell me that you need me, that you're desperate
That I must come round now.
My life is dedicated to you but not through choice.
I am your daughter so it is my duty.
There is no-one else so it has to be me.
I'm not a willing helper.
A terrible daughter.
Who wants my own life with my own family, but they shouldn't come first.
My duty is to you.
I should be a daughter first, a wife and mother is less worthy.
You tell me this, so it must be true.