What You Don't See Poem by Skylark Woodrow

I'm here every day when you ask me to be,
I complete all the tasks required of me;
More and more you consume my time till there's nothing left.
You won't allow me a minute,
A second to my self.
You must think I'm some sort of machine,
My only reason for existence to do your bidding;
But I'm not.
And what you don't see is how I'm struggling every day just to survive;
Fight the desire to give up and die.
What you don't see are all those long days and sleepless nights so full of pain,
Pain nothing can take away.
What you don't see is how utterly exhausted I am day after day.
What you don't see is that sometimes I can't even think,
I may know 2+2=4 but I couldn't tell you why.
What you don't see are all the things I do that should help me get better,
But they don't!
I'm sorry your "machine" is imperfect.....human,
But I've waited long enough.
I need answers,
And I'm not going to let you stand in my way.

(17.1.30)