Analysis of Dying Identity

I am young,
 I have plans,
 I can handle all that I can withstand.

Soaring high,
 Soaring young,
 Living life without being high-strung.
 I am young,
 I am free,
 I didn't think I'd ever lose me.

Seeing you,
 Seeing me,
 We are all that we can be!

I am no longer young,
 I gave up plans,
 I am sustained,
 To a house I feel that I am chained.

I am in love,
They are a part of me,
 They changed the world from what I used to see.

But nights turned into sleepless nights,
Tired eyes answering every cry.
Dirty dishes piled high,
Feels like it's reaching to the sky.
Laundry multiplied,
Diapers by demand and supply.

Still in pajamas,
With messy bun,
Sometimes until the setting sun.

Where are you?
Who are you, now?
Crying tears,
 But trying not to make a sound.
 You feel like you've lost yourself,
Feeling so small,
Feeling unappreciated through it all.

You are Mother.
 Your time is limited,
Don't waste it on being so timid.
Take some time,
Show in light,
You'll remember who you were in upmost delight.

Make time for yourself,
Enjoy every moment,
This is YOUR identity,
Take it back and own it!