Enough

Written in frustration thrown away forgotten and then rewritten again at a later time of frustration

It seems that at times life is just a game

Of watching and waiting taking the blame

Counting the hours and credits

Counting the months and years

All while smiling through the tears

Frustration

Hit the gas let the wheels spin

Sick of the situation you find yourself in

Enough

When will it be enough

You ate all of their lies

Shoveling them in as you said your good byes

Look at all the sacrifices you made

Laid open and bare your hard work theirs to raid

Enough

When will it be enough

When will I be enough

Is it depression

If you feel like you

Haven’t made an impression

A dent a scratch or a ding

Searching to say you did something anything

Show the whole you prove you’re not a hack

Carry some kind of worth feel like you’ve made an impact

Enough

I am tired of these demons I fight

Tired of proving I am an worth what’s right

Enough

Hard work doesn’t seem to matter

Past awards and achievements left in tatters

I walk these roads in life with a chip

On my shoulder intrusive thoughts seem to nip

Enough

When will it be enough

When will I be enough

Tie so much of our worth to our profession

So many abandoned dreams and confessions

Work hard follow your dreams

All will be exactly as you deem

Little did they tell you none of that’s true

When the real world shows it’s real hues

Enough

When will it be enough

When will I be enough

Author's Note

Please ignore errors my brain is fried these days.