Beaten by the Path of Life's Routine

Living breathing tired.
Routine I do not know
Working day by day
For nothing I do show
My life is in its grave
Adventure knows not I
Forever let it pass
Dare I let it die?
Coming back to life
I see what I have missed
Living in routine
The soul I did remiss
Once a golden moment
Remembered in a word
Now a secret hidden
Never to be heard
Living without glass
Forgetting who I am
Will I be forgotten?
Or known as just a sham?
Who am I right now
And where have I gone
Living breathing tired
My life is not my own.
Routine has taken over
My path is on the track
The routine of never after
Never to go back
Marriage kids and family
Life passes by
Time I never find
For the one that I call I
Will it ever change?
Eat work and sleep
Am I who I was?
Or am I in too deep
Does he know I’m real?
Or would he even care
To know the one I am
The one I never share
The bitter beaten heart
Cold and to the point
Oblivious of the moment
A couple not joint
Together we are silent
Dealing with who we are not
Living as a character
Truth I have forgot
Lies so deep I tread
Never to reveal
The truth of who I am
Is it even real?
Love for me not I
The character does he know
The routine I call my life
The life is just a show
So if I am not I
And this routine is just an act
Can he love the character
With the missing fact
The fact I am not her
The one she always plays
The actress in the home
The housewife all the days
Mother child and family
Busy to extreme
This life is not the truth
The truth I will redeem
Revealing who I am
A fear I’ve always had
Living in a dream
Never seemed so bad
Fantasy character today
Working through the week
Housewife when your home
Just innocent young and meek
In control I seem
When you see me on the track
The routine is such a path
I never can go back
Beaten to the core
My soul is like the path
Cold and to the point
Witholding all my wrath
The past I keep behind me
Hidden in the dark
Like eerie sounds and shadows
You see within the park
Never will they leave
As the routine does not turn way
Forgotten for a moment
Till death does turn us gray
Will I die myself
Or just the character I became
The routine has taken over
I hide my face in shame
Broken tired and bored
Simply put alone
Never understood
By the one I call my own
I sit here in silence
What does this all mean?
My life has been taken over
By the path of life’s routine