The Door

Is there a reason you want me here?
Am I anything more than a maid? A cook?
Do I hold value because of who I am?
Will there ever be a change between us?

I feel I am being used...
The woman inside is getting angry
I am convenient...a habit in the day-to-day
Taken for granted at every turn

Is it possible to think for yourself?
Must I guide each decision...each plan?
Are you an adult yet?
Is there a chance that you ever will be?

I want to be hopeful...think positive
But I am finding it hard to concentrate
The load I carry is constant and unbending
I feel suffocated by the weight

Can't you see what is happening?
Do you care to stop the cycle?
Will you do what must be done?
Do you mind if I walk out the door?