There's rarely much space for me anymore, I hardly ever have the time, The person's needs that get met last, I can assure you is always mine. I don't ever make much effort, I don't do much that's just for me, My entire life revolves around, Making my little human happy. I'm overwhelmed, most days I'm exhausted, I need a break but I don't want one, Because I know that whenever you're away from me, I'll miss you as soon as you are gone. I'm burnt out from doing so much, But I always think I could have done more, ' feel guilty for saying this is hard, Because I know I'm so lucky to be yours. I'm rarely up to date with housework, My social life is a thing of the past, Being a Mum is knowing for now, That I will always come last. I'm always the last to eat, the last to sleep, The last to sit down and rest, But knowing I'm someone's entire world, I don't mind being last, I'm blessed.