Empty
I don’t persevere
I’m not interested in that
I don’t need to hear
Your speeches about how you got back
I’m not motivated
That much is clear to see
I just get so irritated
When I feel weak
The way I was raised
It’s not pretty
Constantly hazed
By the one I struggled to see
The other provided comfort
With hidden “motivations”
Look what that got her
A daughter with no ambitions
I have but one goal
But they tried to take that away too
It’s not “realistic”
Their words swallow me whole
Leaving behind an empty void
Nothing in its place
Trying not to feel annoyed
When I put a mask on my face
I am blank
I am nothing
I am broken
I am empty
Am I good enough now?