I am longing for a life that was

where there was no want of me

I was not needed

A life lived in anonymity

I was me, unto myself, content with unnoticed

As I push against the circle

It does not move

And it’s grip tightens

I see no break

There is no escape

They do not want of me

But they do need of me

To carry my burdens as if they were their own

To share in my happiness

They want only to share what is me

But the circles grip is so tight

As I push harder against them

I cannot break free

I begin to lose my freedom

Of being me, unto myself

So many years have gone by

Since there was a desire

To simply be with me

There is no need, just a want

To love because they can

This kind of love

Without expectation

Without any conditions

Smothers me and leaves me feeling

Uncomfortable