On the tight-rope

Not whole, I'm a piece
Seeking asylum and peace
This delicate balance wears me down
Makes me all-the-time wear a frown

I leave home rushing to work
Leave office to rush home
Feel guilty when I leave work
Feel guilty when I leave home

More and more demands on me
Do you not see
This is the limit
I'm being torn apart

I cook and I clean
Striving to get my mother's sheen
And still I spot that stain
And it gives me a lot of pain

Relax, it'll happen
You really should be home by seven
Stress can cause this
It's not something you should ever miss

The team comes first
Your family comes first
And where do I come?
For me there's no room