Between living and surviving
I sometimes feel the weight of the world on my back
“You’re too young to be this tired.”
“Why are you carrying this burden?”
“Just stay a child!”
I know! Look, I know.
I heard this all before.
But when will you ever tell me
Where should these heavy burdens lie when I have to rest?
Who is to relieve me of my sin of not staying a child,
Not being old enough,
Being too tired,
And my sin of unfulfilled ‘responsibility’?
When no one bears this hefty weight,
Who is to save my world from caving in?
You, you, and you,
This thing, that thing, and the other,
All of it falls on me.
When I finally take a break 
Who will pick up the broken pieces?
Please.
Tell me
So that I can finally stop holding myself together.