Losing my Identity

Mistress of the house ,
Blood,sweat and tears
to raise my dynasty
A wealth that there is no spoils for
Crying uncle for getting lost in the script,
but playing different characters
got my lines blurred.
No longer am I breezy,
Anxiety is my favorite drink,
I'm suffociating for loving too much.
Fear of loneliness haunting me,
I had to change my stilettos for some rubber-soled ,
The unknown ...