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I must confess I am always stressed, My life takes alot out of me.
And it just seems like im the only one who understands that stress can drive a person crazy.
I cook, clean and take care of a baby.
And yet Im constantly call lazy.
I dont get it, What am I suppose to do?
When my thinking is souly on how to please you.
It feels like im in a dungeon,
I come out when you call.
And even when you do, I dont feel any remorse at all.
Im not allowed to feel any anger.
If I bring it out youll treat me like a stranger.
I just need you to see.
That I have feelings I am a human being.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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April 16, 2010 at 5:53 AM
I would like to welcome you to PoetrySoup Red. If you would like to have more of your poetry read please limit your postings to 3-5 poems per day. In doing this more of your poetry is read and other poets can also have theirs read. Wishing you the best in your writing endeavors. If you have questions please feel free to ask anyone here. We are all willing to help and if we don't know the answer we will find someone who does. Love, Carol
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April 15, 2010 at 8:35 PM
This is wonderful but also sad. I think any one cooking, cleaning and taking care of a baby is working plenty. If this person can't see the effort you put forth they are missing something.
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April 15, 2010 at 7:21 PM
Welcome to the Poetry Soup Family of poets.. enjoyed your creative write but your title is missing and not showing for others to click on to read...luv.. "Sweetheart"
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