angry

a poem i wrote when I was mad.

I am so angry.

Everyone continues on with their lives while I sit and watch mine fall apart.

Everyone sleeps peacefully while I sit and ponder and try not to breakdown because of the constant pressure I feel.

I constantly overthink and overwork. My soul is tired, my body is also exhausted.

I am basically invisible to people when I have problems yet, when others have problems, they expect me to fix their problems.

I feel like a God, only called upon when needed for something.

I seem to fix and fix things for others yet, no one can help me with my problems.

It seems as though those who help constantly never get treated the same when they need help.

Anger doesn't even begin to express how I feel, it seems there are not enough words to describe my feelings.