To Be

I’m tired of people pushing me.
Tired of being “expected” to be someone, to do something, whatever it is they want from me.

I’m sick of feeling like the bad guy all the damn time.

I’m tired of never having time to be alone.  Never truly left to do whatever the hell I want.

I haven’t had a day off in weeks.
Work all week, babysit all weekend… The only time I get alone is late at night, after it’s too late, and I’m too fucking tired to do anything, anyway.

And yet, I’m still expected to do all the work at home.

Who me?

I’m just the bitch who pays the bills.

Don’t mind me- I’m not allowed to be anything else.