Trapped

Trapped like a small animal. why does man think everything is tameable? Feeling my spirit withering away, will it get better is there a brighter day? The dishes are bellowing their ravenous calls, and he is quick to point out all my flaws. The kids are always needing tended to, he has no clue as to what all I do. Diapers, cuppies, breakfast and toys, all are needed by our boys. Always it is left solely up to me, never do I get a chance to break free. Diapers, cuppies, dinner and a kiss on the head, now it is time they are off to bed. Dusting is calling the floors need swept, so many nights it is too much and I have wept. So tired I drag myself finally to bed, not a constant thought in my head. All I want is to break free, for once to only be me. But too many things remain that need to be done, for me to take a break to have any fun. I am merely a small animal, to him simply and easily tameable.