I was once a caregiver so can relate.
What do you see when you see me?
Do you see what I’ve come to be?
Do you see the mask I wear
That hides the truth of all I bear?
Do you see my strength, my skill
My constant running all uphill?
Do you see my desperate hope
That with each change I still can cope?
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