Becoming gone.

I need to not be me,
For five minutes, maybe more.
I need to just close down,
Curl up on the floor.
I need to not be needed,
Not wanted, nor required.
My desire to keep you happy,
Has recently expired.
I dislike that I’m not allowed,
A moment to be sad.
I dislike that being unhappy,
Will inevitably make you mad.
Why must I be switched on?
Why must I be the one?
My willingness to please,
Is slowly becoming gone.