Superwoman

It seems like I'm always placed into other people situations. Always replacing something they lack. I'm carrying the world on my shoulders. I have everyone back. Wondering if this is God's plan for me? Do He want me to lend a helping hand? I have problems of my own. Situations that are way out of control. Pain I have yet to let go. So why must it be I that have to be strong. Why must I put my troubles aside every time someone needs advise. Bury my tears and dry some one else eyes. Be someone encouragement, when I'm often discouraged. I'm the chamber of secrets, a Priest, people confess to me. I'm the peace in their misery. The parent they didn't have. The rebound boyfriend and girlfriend. The husband and wife. The therapist that never gets paid. The faith when doubt gets in their way. The smile through their frowns. The motivation. The inspiration. I can be and do all these things for people. But what about me? What about someone helping me out? I guess I'm Superwoman to all. But even the strong often need someone to call.