Will I ever be good enough for you?
I can’t seem to get it right,
anything that I do.
Always one step behind,
falling down,
and I can’t seem to get myself up off the ground.
But I never feel like anyone is here to help me out.
And when they are,
it comes with the screams and the shouts.
I just try to better myself
each and every day,
but sometimes I wish this life would just go away.
I’m tired of the struggle
in every aspect of this timeline.
I don’t know if I’ll ever again be fine.
Will I ever be good enough for you?
Will you ever be happy enough
with the things that I do?
Or will this forever just be a struggle
between you and I
until the day that one of us dies?
I wish that you could love me
the way that I am.
I wish that you could love me
the way that I am.
But I don’t know if that’s at all possible.
If this is at all plausible,
that we can work things out
and make this right.
That we can fall back in love
each and every night
rather than fight,
rather than flight.
I just want you to love me
the way that I am.
About the Creator
Ivy Rose
Ivy writes about the strange, beautiful, messy sides of life—aging, career twists, alt fashion, spirituality, intuition & mental health—through articles, journal entries, poetry & short stories. A little darkness and a little light.
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