Agony

I could do everything right and I miss one thing and it all ends up wrong
And Everyday that I wake up I know it will be the same and everyday it gets harder to be happy doing it
I know what it is like to be unseen in all the things you could do and feel unappreciated
To try your very best and it is just not good enough
To not be accepted for the choices that you make or for the people you want to love
For loving to much and not being selfish enough
I never really was allowed to grieve without being told to stop. Maybe I’ll get to the point where I won’t stop.