Wife and Mother
I feel too overwhelmed.
I feel like a thousand hands have touched me.
I can't give anymore.
Is it the lack of privacy?
Is it the constant need of nurturing?
My mind is screaming.
Stop touching me.
Stop talking to me.
My body, mind, and soul are overwhelmed.
Everyone wants something from me.
Everyone wants my attention or affection.
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