Again I have that sinking feeling,
because no matter what I do,
none of it is good enough,
for them, or her, or you.
Disappointment from all sides,
including from within,
they all repeat their message
over and over again.
Maybe there’s something wrong, they say,
something a little off,
so they treat me like a child,
delicate, fragile, and soft.
The overwhelming sense of failure,
that I’ve come to know too well,
throughout the passing years
that are muddled too much to tell.
Endless requests and demands,
asking for nothing less than my sanity,
I scream and cry alone to myself,
which is all I desire to be.