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
