Not Good Enough

I washed the dishes and picked up our trash.

I forgot to do the laundry because depression is rough.

You shamed and shunned because I couldn’t get everything done.

Everything I did, it was not good enough.

I woke you up just like you asked me to the night before.

You got mad and your voice was aggressive and rough.

I cried as I had tried to do my very best.

Of course, it was not good enough.

I try to make sure everything is to your liking, not a thing out of place.

You find one tiny thing wrong and start to get gruff.

I seem to mess up anything I do because I am just not good enough.