Given enough
Hard work is all I do
Work and slave away,
never to be paid, never to be acknowledged.
But the pay is not what I am seeking,
for what I'm searching for is a simple
good job.
I'm proud of you.
They say they are but are they really
meaningful of it?
What do I have to do to make them truly proud?
Why am I never enough-
I work hard and fast.
I succeed at every possible thing,
is this not enough?
Haven't I given enough,
what is their definition of enough?
It feels like I'm in their way.
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Poetry For The Human Mind
PoetryA true look into a teenage girl's brain that is suffering, a girl that is not looking for help, but for someone to listen.
