The Romance of Responsibility

It feels sometimes like there's no relief
No way to grow, but no way to leave.
The duties tend to drag me down, 
Until all I want to feel is the ground.

Never knowing what to put first. 
Trying to guess what will hurt worst.
Disappointing myself? 
Or letting down everyone else?
 
I don't know how to make it better.
I'm not sure how to make it matter.
We can't seem to shake this negative vibe.
I'll just stay thankful we are all alive.