I am stuck in this space.
This space is not where I want to be;
Nor is it where you want me to be;
Or where they want me to be;
But I am in this space.

My feelings are hidden.
Am I allowed to have any feelings?
Am I allowed to even want anything?
Or is it just what you want;
And what they want?

I sit with you.
An entire day;
Doing what I want to do?
Nope.
We just lay there as I care for you.

But when nightfall comes;
And I need someone to talk to;
When I am being stressed out by them;
You are not there.
You have things to do?
What about the things I had to do;
But dropped to spend the day with you?

They are stressing me out.
'You can not keep going on this way',
They say;
'You need to make something of yourself.'
But as much as you abandon me;
In my time of need;
I still love you.

So the real prediciment here is;
A question of;
Is my life really about me?
No way is it about me.
It is about you during the day and me caring for you;
It is about them during the day telling me what I should do;
But when night falls and I am alone;
I hit the pillow and get no sleep as I am unhappy.

So I ask either one;
You or them;
Will one of you please ask me to get some sleep;
To make you feel better?
If you do not,
My insomnia will continue;
And my death will be next...