F
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That one word makes my body shake with fear
Scared that I will never be good enough
Always trying to be the best
Striving for perfection
Working until my body collapses with fatigue
Anything less than that…
I didn’t push myself enough
Trying to follow in the footsteps laid before me
Generations of strong independent women
I’m the only one that does not fit the mold
I’m not what anyone expected
A surprise to them all
Terrified of letting everyone down
Scared of what they’ll say
Depending on me
Trying to prove myself
Trying to make them proud
But above all
I’m never satisfied with what I accomplish or who I am
Scared that I’ll never amount to anything
No one
Pathetic
Useless
A waste
Unsure of what comes next…
Life traveling too fast
I can not grab on to the reality
Slips out of my outstretched hand
Scrambling to piece together my next step
Desperate
Struggling
No matter how much I try
No matter how much I give
I’m never quite good enough
Never quite what everyone wants
Never quite perfect
But always
A failure