You can recognize them once you know how to look.
Their shoulders dragging intangible weight.
They are pale and doughy
Living off of pre-made meals and energy shots.
They have dark lines under their eyes
And smiles underlaid with sadness.
They mulishly take blows
Sharp words that cut too true
Abuse that only family can give.
They can whip their way through hideously complex paperwork
They can make decisions
Pop a Rolaid and move forward.
They are bound, bound
Bound by duty
Bound for destruction
Sick with dread
Awaiting the day of freedom
Which carries with it
Their greatest grief.