Never good enough

You criticize me at every turn I take.

No matter what, you leave a trail of guilt in your wake.

Never good enough even until the very end,

so I get up for another day of pretend.

Even though we both know,

my happiness is just for show.

After all,

I am never good enough, to not take the fall.

No matter what I do,

The days without sorrow are very few.

In the end it doesn't matter,

you never go for the latter.

I wonder, do you know how it feels,

to never feel good enough?

In truth you never could,

though you should.

You should know how it feels to never be good enough.