Goddess of the Mist

Never Good Enough

Memories from the pasts are highlighted now

they have become so clear

traumatizing times

utterly alone

scapegoated

my destiny

 

Bad judgement and stupid mistakes

when I should have known much better

always a struggle

and I hate that word

 

Hating myself

the aching, the clawing

the raw gnaw of emotions weighing down

the heat and sting of tears never far behind

 

No way to go back

to change anything

with Anger a familiar companion

I know I am far from perfect

 

Lingering here, I beat myself to the bone

knowing how I could have been better

Outwardly, things look okay

Inwardly, I will never be good enough