Emelgoza

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?