Every morning,

You awaken to another grueling day

A list of expectations occupies your way

An image you’ve created for everyone around you

Is kept up and maintained in everything you do.

Every morning,

You feel the world upon your shoulders

Not true.

You’re still a child, still a learner

You’re lucky having what you have,

So is your life really so bad?

Every morning…

That’s what you think, but still it hangs on

The feeling that you’re two steps from gone

But that’s not something you can say

They all get along just fine anyway

 

Still

There’s something in your mind

A part of you no one can find

It knock KNOCK KNOCKs upon your door

Saying all the things you’ve heard before.

You

Feel lost and left and all alone

Not true.

You’ve got plenty of people to call your own.

There are many out there who’ve got it worse

Don’t act like you’re the center of the universe.

Think

You must keep up these expectations

To measure up to all who’ve been patient

But somehow that’s what bothers you most

Because they only know you as a ghost.

 

I

One word you can’t seem to define

And as you look far back in time

There isn’t much that wasn’t spent

Paying your imagined emotional rent.

Can’t

Not anymore, you have to stop!

Not true.

What gives you the right to stop?

No one else has ever had to stop!

You’ll only let them down with a stop…

Be

What you think they want from you

And don’t show what you have inside you.

This is the image that they want to see

Keep it up, don’t complain, and it’ll all be

Worth it.

 

Then why doesn’t that word have a meaning?

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

And every morning, every morning, every morning…

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Still you think-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

[a shaky breath…]

I

Just can’t

Be good enough

This is all too much, I can’t

Handle what I’ve pushed upon myself

What they’ve pushed upon me, but really have

they pushed anything on you? Either way, I’m just not

Making the grade, its cutting me down, its draining my life, so you

can’t handle it? They can handle it. Don’t hold so much contempt. I’m a

Horrible person, I’m a waste of space, there’s nothing I’ll ever be able to do to make up

For what I think alone, for what I’ve failed to do every time you do this they look down on you

The pressure is too much, I’m going to break, only the weakest link in the chain will break. I

can’t be what you want me to be so what’s the point of even being? Let me out of what I’ve

created! Remember why it was created! You can’t show this, You can’t be this, You have to

be what they want you to be, A sign of weakness is a sign of worthless, There is no getting

out, If you ever want to be appreciated you have to meet these EXPECTATIONS. IF YOU

BREAK DOWN FOR A SECOND THERE WILL BE REPERCUSSIONS.

NO ONE WILL HAVE SYMPATHY FOR YOUR PATHETIC,

WHINY, ENTITLED, SELF-REFLECTIONS.

[…holds unknown depth]

I can’t be worth it

 

No,

Comes a voice you’ve heard before

A rat-tat-tat upon your door

Your mind somehow echoes with the sound

Slowly drowning out the voices all around.

You

Won’t let them know a single thing.

But the voice echoes on with a deafening ring,

And you think you might open up that door

To someone who’s never been inside before.

Have

Some sense and lock them out!

The same old fears begin to shout

What’s changed between now and then?

The voice is now an earth-shaking din.

Worth

A word that had no meaning from your mouth

Still has no meaning, this is them, they’ll shut you out!

Now echoes loudly through your head

A rat-tat-tat that won’t be quieted.

 

They won’t be satisfied with what you do

Rat-tat-tat

You’re just too weak, they can’t love you

Rat-tat-tat

How can you know that this is true?

Rat-tat-tat

[The door creaks open for a second…]

I

Just can’t

Be good enough

That’s fine.

[…and all they needed was a second.]

No, you have worth.

 

Together,

We can no longer here the voice

Of the sound that took away your choice

It dominated your every moment

But you just needed someone other than it.

We

May not always be perfect…

That’s fine.

We can make do with a few defects.

The problems that were so big before

Don’t seem to mean much anymore.

Define

That which you were searching for

And know it takes not one, but two or more

To truly bring meaning to that term

That before was dead, and stiff, and firm

Worth

Is not meeting expectations

But working together on the complications

Even when you fear to open up

Someone who really, truly cares enough

Can let you know that it’s okay

To drop the image for a day

And once you see that they are here?

Then there’ll be no room left for fear.

Then, the truth you will unearth,

Is that

 

Together, we define worth.