Good Enough

I’m not good enough.



I know I’m not perfect,

but who is?



You paint with a broad brush,

making me appear unlikable.



I don’t need any help with that.



I already have low self-esteem

and despite the fact that it seems

everything is going wrong in my life,

you rub salt in the wound.



You turn everything around

when you’re the one who’s

not good enough.



You’re the reason I am this way.



You are why I can’t look

myself in the mirror sometimes,

why I cry myself to sleep

hoping I don’t wake up.

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