I hate that I’m never good enough.
I hate that I try so hard and always fail.
I hate that what I try to do does nothing
For who I am and who I try to be.
Why can’t I be good enough?
Why can’t I succeed?
Why must I always fall so short of the goal
I try so hard to reach?
Why is it I can never do enough?
Am I weak?
Am I insignificant?
I don’t know the answers
But desperately I wish to know.
What must I do to be good enough?
What must I do to make people care?
What must I do to make it all right?
And how do I get there?
How much longer must I struggle and fight?
How much longer must I feel this way?
Will the pain ever leave?
Will I ever be good enough for those around me?
Or will I always fail
Always come out on the bottom.
These questions I want answered
But am not strong enough to do so.
And maybe the questions are right.
Maybe I am not good enough.
Maybe I am weak.
Maybe the people who tear me down have right too.
I don’t know.
I don’t know myself.
I don’t know my life
I am a stranger.
My life is a stranger
And I fear I will never

Be Good Enough.