I try to please the ones I love
I try to be the one they need
But its never good enough
Or is it me that isn't good enough ?
Don't they see I try my hardest
I try so hard too get them too forgive me
Why can't anyone see
I'm sorry
I'm sorry I'm not perfect
I'm sorry I get angry
I'm sorry that I am sensitive
Im sorry that I'm not good enough
I don't cry anymore
Shows to much weakness
Or then people think I do it for attention
I just want my family too love me for who I am not what they want me too be
I wish I was never asked to change
I wish that everything wasn't my fault
But now I see that ....wishes don't always come true sometimes...
Now I see that I am simply not good enough
-Sparrow
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The Game Of Life
PoesieMany people see life in different ways. Some see the ups some only see the downs but how about both at once? The opposites coinciding on one page.