I am alone.

A never ending job

The needs of others always before me

Choices made of convenience for them

Overwhelmed I shrink into meaninglessness

Provider and caretaker I may be

But where is me....happy?

I am like a phantom here

My presence and emotion retreat at others' joy

Ashamed, I bury myself in work

The numbness threatens to overpower me

Others have little hope of breaking me from solitary