Never Enough

She’s the glue when everyone falls apart,

Smiling steady with a breaking heart.

They lean, they lash, they take their turn,

And call it love while they let her burn.

She’s never enough—too big, too thin,

Too loud, too quiet, wrong shape she’s in.

Her body’s a topic, her worth a debate,

Measured in numbers she can’t escape.

They say they love her

only when she's useful,

only when she's quiet about the damage.

They swear they care, but it’s hollow, rehearsed,

Care that disappears when she’s not at her best.

Still she stays, still pulls them through,

Dying inside—

Holding them too.

She will always be seen as the obstacle. 

Her screams for help never audible,