All the things to selflessly give.

The unquestioned accessibility like I belong to whoever wants a piece of me.

The sharing of knowledge, insights opinions at will and at whim.

The building resentment at having to do one more thing for free for some perceived propriety.

The demands made on self that slowly drain the enthusiasm like a leaky tap.

The entitlements and the privileges of utter and complete strangers that are impossible to point out.

Part of the job as they say.

The job of plain existing.

The incompetence of those who should know better and the utter lack of desire to learn.

The unsaids piling up like dry leaves in a garbage can.

The unending favours to offer. One after the other. Day after day after day.

The closed door.

No escape in sight.

For ever and ever and ever.