Mom works too hard.
She doesn’t know when to stop.
Everything has to be done.
She puts herself in pain.
Just to get things done.
Physical pain.
Mental pain.

I’ve seen Mom cry.
Because things weren’t working.
She wouldn’t work fast enough.
Hard enough.
I can work for her.
But she says no.
She won’t let me.
Let me take away her pain.

She is going to break.
One day.
She will break into pieces.
And I won’t be able to do a thing.
I’ve warned her.
I tell her it’s okay.
She won’t listen.
She won’t care.
She doesn’t understand.
I am exactly like her.
One day I will break too.