Adulting · Life · poetry

Not Good Enough

You’re twenty one

Young, beautiful, and fun

Ready to take on the world.

With your grad hat in hand

Oh how life is grand

Future so bright, their eyes are burned.

But there’s a small whisper

Ever so faint

“You’re not quite good enough”

Which might be a restraint

Who? Me?

Oh no not me!

No! Never and you will see!

You’re twenty five

You still have that drive

Even though not there yet.

It doesn’t matter that

Dream job rejected you flat

I will persevere, you bet!

Then comes that voice

Making a louder noise

“You’re not quite good enough”

And adds to the voids

Who? Me?

You think so? Me?

No never! Can it be?

You’re thirty

Husband stops being flirty

But thats just how life is.

With a toddler in your bed

And a baby to be fed

Hard to keep a relationship as is.

Here we go again

Seems to be written with a sharpie pen

“You’re not quite good enough”

And it started to seep in just then.

Who? Me?

Yes .. it just might be

But no .. I don’t think .. yeah just maybe

You’re thirty six

And don’t know how to fix

Or how to find your lost self

Feel so lonely

Surrounded by sounds but the one I hear only:

“The sole person to blame is yourself.

See I kept telling you all along

It’s so cute how you thought you were strong

You should’ve listened!

Now deal with the dissapointment

The hurt, the failure, the abandonment

You should’ve listened!

You’re just not good enough!”

Who? Me?

Yes, you are right

That’s me

Now i will turn off the light

That i thought was ever so bright

And just be

The me

Who is just not good enough

And just be…

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