Do you know what I'm sick of?
Expected to live this picture perfect life
My life is not a post card
I do not own a picket fence
And if I did it would probably be black
But that's ok
sometimes my life can be terrifying
I spent 36 years trying to be someone I'm not
Waiting for the Pat on the head of approval i never got
What is it that I'm doing so wrong ?
Why is it that my efforts are never quite enough ?
So one day I decided
My heart is good and my soul is kind
This will help me sleep at night
An overachiever my whole life
But who for ?
Who am I trying to impress ?
It wasn't me
Because all that ever did was make me miserable
So I've dropped the act and this is now me
If you don't like it then it's fine
I seek no ones approval but my own
You see I wasn't acting before
That timid girls still in there
But she deserves some peace
To know that she's enough
Not for anyone else
But she's enough for me
Copyright © Lyn Grice | Year Posted 2019
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