Always need to be more,
do better then my best
and if someone else comes in first
I need to figure out where I failed.
Pressure to grow more,
rise beyone outstanding capacity
and beat the odds.
Looking back on all I accomplished,
everything I packed into a typical day,
and remembering the failure because I
hadn’t done it all perfectly,
hadn’t pleased enough.
I’ve struggled to prove my worth,
and haven’t figured out yet what enough is,
or could be,
and I hope that nobody realizes that behind the
accomplishment is emptiness.
Inside reverberates the voice in my head that whispers
my efforts have fallen short and
I’m not good enough,
and that is why
my family turned away,
my friendships are shallow and few,
my marriages failed.
The voice haunts my waking hours;
taunts me in my dreams
laying claim that I will be alone
because nobody should have to settle.