Please God

Nothing is ever good enough

My best isn’t what they want

I’ve reached the end of my rope

I’m done

I’ve done what everyone wants,

so why do they still haunt?

I’ve done everything right,

so why is it all wrong?

Who to please? Tell me, honestly!

This maddening disease is killing me

Rid me of their expectations

I need a resurrection

and a second life to do as I please

And now I’m praying

I’m sick of waiting

Let me be

and let me be me

. . . please . . .

By: Sarah Fisk

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