By nature I’m a helper
It’s just who I am, a nurturer
And I love that about myself
I could be in the most incredible pain
My body bent from the weight of exhaustion
Eyes puffy, barely open, mind too tired to think
And I would still give whatever I had left
Easing the discomfort of those I love dearly
But there’s always a cost
The comfort in my reliability often leaves me unnoticed
Perhaps even purposely ignored
Forgotten, the weight I bare in silence
Of all I agreed to take on
The part of myself I give to others that takes days to return
Though I’d rather help than burden
And so I write to let it out
I forget sometimes people aren’t like me
They don’t notice the things I do
I’m a fighter, I’ve always had to be
Maybe you don’t see it
Maybe that’s just how it is for me
To care but not be cared for
The price I pay without complaint
Over and over again
