I try to please you,

But it is never enough.

Barely worthy of a greeting.

An absence that I should not have to try to fill.

Ignoring responsibility and all I love.

Selfish to the extreme.

***

I ask for needed help,

But end up having to beg for my existence.

You claim you live to help,

But instead live for the recognition only.

Turning on a dime when you feel like you don’t receive it.

Permanently searching for what you feel is missing.

***

I rely on you,

Because I have no other options.

I walk a tightwire between our needs,

But seem to fall more than I succeed.

Bending over backwards to cling to the pillar more tightly.

Bound by both my limits and those imposed.

***

The rest of you are distant.

Stuck away from me either physically or mentally.

In your own busy families, jobs, lives.

At times, I can even be in the same room as you.

Just a world away.

A different type of existence.