Getting Pulled In All Directions Poem by mona martinez

got pulled into so many directions,
i lost who i am,
what i want through it all,
some ppl don't care what i want,
they just care that i get stuff done,
not caring what i have to do,
just to appear as ok,
as long as i'm keeping up,
that all that really matters,
in denial about what i'm doing to my body,
just appear as i'm ok,
it hard to face the cold hard facts,
that i'm not ok,
i am having a harder time,
accepting certain things,
how do you accept something,
that brought nothing but pain in your life,
and you can't do nothing about it,
except work through it,
hardest thing to comes to terms with,
i had no say in what i wanted to do than,
and now i feel like i have no choice,
in what to do now,
my life is still being controlled by ppl,
it just hard to trying figure out,
who is helping me to help me,
and who causing more problems.