I am washing machine

Spinning around but I'm stuck to the ground

I cannot move on my own

I need help but I'll never ask for it

I clean all your messes but I can't even clean myself

I'm a rotting mess

I am very tough but also fragile

You can toss me about

I won't break but I'm broken inside

I work hard with minimal fuss

You can always trust me, though I'm heavily dependant on your hands

I can soak up your pain, hurt, dreams, nightmares, deepest fears and secrets

I can wash and rinse them clean and when they're dried, it won't remember a thing

I can do it again and again

It's an endless cycle stuck in my head

I make so much noise. Don't mind me

It's just me fixing all problems

I am so unpredictable. I am chaotic sometimes

You would never which turn I take next

I am an absorber of problems and struggles

It's overwhelming but I won't tell you

Though my actions gives it away

I hate giving up on a stain, so I leave a few marks of unfinished business

I like being used but I hate being abandoned

Your problems are what keeps me close to you

I am neither good nor bad, neither perfect nor worst

I don't even know how I see myself

The truth is that it is never up to anyone to know 

So, don't think you will 

Just know that all you will see me as is a washing machine