Sometimes I really need 
to get away from it all
the house, the responsibilities,
the tension.
You get a break and 
you deserve it.
You golf and play hockey
that's two nights a week
that you relax.
What about me? 
I spend more time alone than anything.
Yes, I have the boys but
it's not quite the same.
It's not adult activity or conversation.
You could never know 
the tension that builds in me
the frustration, 
the constant endless thoughts 
of worry over money 
it's unbearable and sometimes 
I just want to break down and cry
and other times, I do.
When do I get a break? 
When do I get some free time
or time to myself away from the home? 
Never.
It's times like these that I can't help
but feel resentment
and notice that you don't 
consider these things
and if you do, 
you don't mention it 
and you don't show it.
I feel so alone,
so overwhelmed,
so anxious.
If you'd make any effort to notice
I'd probably burst into tears
from the unsettled feelings within me
that have been there for so long, now.
You couldn't begin to understand
the sadness I hide so well,
the fear.
There are no other words to describe it. 
You wouldn't dare to look.
I feel more pain 
than you could imagine.
I'm so desperate to flee
from my mind, 
from everything
just for some time for myself.