It seems I just cannot win,
For my life is in a constant spin.
Not one person can I please,
Nor does it seem I can appease.
My children refuse to confide in me,
Telling me to let them be.
They expect me always to be around,
Yet when needed, they cannot be found.
Family expects me to just be there,
But no thought my way do they spare.
Their moods I am always to understand,
And be there to lend a needed hand.
When I am feeling bad or subdued,
I am told I am just too rude.
When I am in a rush,
I am still expected to hush.
Who said it was ever ok
For me NOT to have a bad day?
Why is it ok when I am under the gun
For everyone else to have their fun?
Yet again I come up short,
Just as I am given a kick for sport.
Just another day to be,
In the life of being...me.