I'm tired of not being good enough,
of you always judging my every move.
Somehow I never reach your standards,
I never get the right to be proud.
I'm tired of you planning every detail of my life,
of you never letting me be.
Somehow I can never match my siblings in anything,
I can never make you proud.
I'm tired of always being the "problem child,"
of always trying to earn your affection.
Somehow I fall short of the mark every time,
i fall short of doing anything right.
I'm tired of not being good enough for you,
because I know that I am.
Somehow never reaching your standards,
when I know I go beyond them.
I'm tired of not living my life,
because you want to live it for me.
Somehow you think you raised them better,
when I know they're just as fucked up.
I'm tired of being the "problem" with no solution,
because I know I am no problem.
Somehow never reaching your impossible mark,
when it's you who should be reaching mine.