I wake up and wonder if I will ever be enough. I sit there starring and wondering when ill get up. All they see is the bad and it makes me really sad.
I may be there daughter but I feel like never coming up from underneath the water. Waking up is a choice and fighting is my voice. Yet no matter how hard I try all I hear is there voice. Words really hurt and its ruining me. Lately I haven't been able to even get any peace. I sit here everyday wondering what I did wrong. Will I ever be enough to feel like I belong.
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PoetryPoem I wrote describing what its like to always feel like a disappointment to my family.
