She

When she looks around, she sees everyone busy with their own agenda. Sometimes, that agenda doesn't make sense to her at all. The targets they're chasing seem futile. Many of these people are the ones she considered closest to her and who she always thought her world would revolve around. In some sense, it does, but then she asks herself if it's really worth living her life for any mortal except herself. Because when she looks at them, that's what they are doing - living for themselves. 

She is the picture of the perfect employer, wife, mother, and daughter. But she has achieved this with more help from people who are really nobody to her, yet are the only ones that truly understand her pain and let her have some time for herself. And they do it with utmost sincerity and loyalty. She still hasn't understood why. At times when she feels terribly weakened, both physically and mentally, these are the ones who come to her aid, more than the ones she thought always would.

Who's she, you ask me? Of course, you know her. You meet her everyday - you call her "mom", "honey", "sweetie", "boss", or simply "hey you". She's today's working mother, battling all odds just to get through a day without breaking. She's her strongest version even at her weakest point. Why? Because she has no choice - that's just who she has to be.