im sorry im not your perfect daughter
you say you’re proud of me
but i don’t know why would be
i’m smart
but not enough
i’m athletic
but not enough
i’m kind
but not enough
im pretty
but not enough
i wish i could be all you want
but i cant
i cant even be enough for me
so how could i be enough for anyone else?

at night, i lie in the dark
thinking about all the things i could have done better
how i fell short
ill do better tomorrow
i repeat it like a mantra
im just so tired
of trying
of hoping
of yearning
of the day that im finally
your perfect daughter
but right now
im...just...tired.