Our whole lives, we are told to do our best.
Try as hard as you can
Put in the effort
And that will be enough.
But what happens when my best isn’t enough?
When my efforts are fruitless
My hard work ending only in disappointment.
What happens when I’m not enough?
When trying yields nothing but scrapes and bruises
From my collection of falls
Lists from the lips of all those who see me.
And the person I see in the mirror is unrecognizable
Twisted and bent
To suit those around me
Because my best was at their disposal.
But I am just a broken tool now
Not good enough