Again, I’m not enough.

I lost the weight, but I gained the stretch marks.

I lost the acne and scars but I gained the dark circles underneath my eyes

I lost the attitude, but became too boring

I lost the childishness but became too old

I tried to be perfect but that’s not what you wanted.

I tried doing more but you cared less

I changed a lot about myself to be enough but I missed the point

You’ll never be enough for someone who doesn’t know your worth, whether you changed to add more value, they’re blinded by the superficial things in life that even though you are 90% what they need, they’ll go after the 10% of what you don’t have.

And that’s the reality, no one is good enough, I wasn’t, I don’t think I’ll ever be, I just wish one day someone chooses me and makes that choice everyday

This is it.

All my life I craved their approval, I wanted their attention, I wanted to be in their presence, whether it earned me an insult or a coffee poured on me, I got their attention, didn’t I?

0-12 years, who am I to them but the ugly sister? The black sister? The pig sister? The one they’re embarrassed to introduce, the one who smells, the one who acts like an animal.

12-19, I’m the wild one, the dumb one, the depressed one, the suicidal one, the failure, the slut, the waste of time, the disgrace?

20-25, I’m the drug addict, the fat one, the whore, the black one, the desperate one, the useless one, the waste of money?

25-30, The one who ruins lives, the whore, wild, sickly, fat, ugly, going nowhere in life, useless mother, not their blood, not good enough, the hated one, the filthy one, the one who will rot in hell.

But I still wanted approval, the acceptance, the glimmer of hope that despite the heart wrenching pain they caused, I’ll be apart of their world, so I’ll take it, I’ll take it until I’m in a dark place, where the echoes of their remarks full the emptiness of the room, but still I forgive them because I hoped they’d be the one to open the door and let light in.

But now 26-30 years, you can’t force family to love you even though you’re connected by blood, it took me years of ridicule and loneliness to understand that I am strong, that the hatred poured onto me in every stage of my life shaped me into something resilient, I’m a pyramid that will stand strong through any obstacle, I’m the seed that grew into a flower with the dirt thrown at me and every time I felt like I was drowning, I was learning to swim, to swim away from toxicity, from loneliness, from the need for approval, from people who bring me pain instead of joy.

All my life I wanted approval but that’s over, now I wish them well.

It happened

Sometimes you watch yourself live a life you never wanted, you see everything you strived not to be become your reality, you watch the pieces crumble to the surface where you lie helpless and alone, everyone you thought would lift you back up, pointed fingers and laughed as if you’re a caged animal in the towns circus, am I beyond repair or really caged and locked into this mess? They laugh, they judged, they don’t throw tomatoes at the show but they threw stones, they watch in anticipation to see your next downfall, but who are they? The ones we love, the ones who said “through it all”, “I’m here for you”, the ones who lived the same reality but hypocrisy is a disease they don’t realize they have, who am I? I’m the one who became everything I didn’t wanna be, I’m the one who watched the life I built fall to pieces, but I am not just the mistakes I’ve made, I’m the one who got back up when there was no hope, I’m the one who rebuilt my foundation with the same broken tiles, while the crowd stood there waiting for another thing to judge, I changed the story, from broken to breakthroughs, it happened, but it didn’t last. So when you talk about my flaws, faults and failures, talk about the other F’s

My FAITH, my Fortitude and my FEARLESSNESS.

Consumed

The loneliness creeps in at night, unwanted, uninvited, unbothered and frightening, yet we’re familiar, the uncomfortable feeling that sets in, but I lay with you and you know my every secret, every ache, the tingly feeling running through my now dampened skin because I’m afraid to lay with my loneliness and yet I do this every night.

I don’t know the warm feeling, the feeling of having someone, even something to ease my nerves, but I know you, I know you who destroys my sleep, who watches my body clench in fear of my life, my heart, my regrets, if not you? Do I drink a little more or pop another pill? How do I stop you from invading my peace? How do I stop you from drowning me in guilt and sorrow? You draw my tears until I’m dry, you scare my soul until I sweat, you enter my dreams and I’m trapped in fear.

I beg you to leave, but you can’t because I created you, I feed you all my pain and now you’re more than me, more than what I can control.

The devil on my shoulder

This pain I endure, I accept because I’m told, “It’s his plan.”

But was it his plan to feel the shivers run through my spine when the devil on my shoulder manifests its strongest poison?

I swallow and gasp, why did I accept that?

Do I intentionally sabotage myself because I have no control over my impulses

Do I not know the wreckage I’m wrestling out of only to sink deep back into like it’s quick sand?

I want to learn but I’ve lost my faith, I guess my mind was vacuumed of all positivity

I guess this is a 3am thought

When the light shines through my window, I’ll be young and naive again

Not for long, just while my shoulder has no occupants.

Follow the white rabbit

Do you know how I stay awake wondering where did I go wrong?

While you sleep peacefully

My skin begins to crawl

I toss and turn till I feel no more

Numbed by my addiction

A pill, a needle, a bottle

I’m not me, anymore

Do you know how I lost myself?

I can’t recall

I guess I chased the white rabbit

And fell into a hole

I try to crawl out but I can’t fight anymore

I lay in my despair

No hope for me at all

I don’t matter.

When im gone? Would it mean anything? Would anyone notice ?

I’ve spent the year fighting for attention from family and a relationship that ignores my very existence so would it matter if they woke up and I wasn’t here?

Since my calls are ignored, my cries for help, remain unanswered, I am truly alone, I sit in my darkest hours, memories, pain, all alone and I wonder if I ended it, would someone wake up and notice I’m gone?

Because no one sees me now, like a pestering ghost, “Please just acknowledge me” but no. Nothing.

My life, my death, I don’t think it matters, I don’t think it ever will.

Am I really okay?

It’s been months, I’ve suppressed every bit of anger and sadness that I’ve been feeling towards life. I no longer know the meaning of “take one pill before bed”

I mean why would I? On one hand I’m trying my best to not have a seizure but on the other hand I’m angry that I ever had one. The world tells you that you’re supposed to be strong, get through it, it’s gonna be okay? But no, I have all this bitterness waiting to break out and shout that it’s not gonna be okay and I no longer know how to be strong and get through this, so yes I may have developed a substance abuse problem, I may have stopped feeling any kind of positivity towards living, but I’m silent because I feel like maybe I don’t get to talk about my issues, maybe the days go by and I’m gonna feel the same shit and no one will understand it but me.

Because at the end of the day, after every seizure, emotional breakdown, the low to my high, I’m awake staring at the ceiling and nothing makes sense, but my pain.

I’m the background music.

I feel people slowly drifting away from me, I hear the tiredness in their voices, their enthusiasm depleting the more they see me, I notice the days that turned into weeks where yet again, I’m forgotten.

I think I’m the music in the background, I’m here but not enough to be noticed, I’m supposed to board a plane but I’m left behind, I don’t know if I did this or if it’s something I should try repairing, but I feel my company becoming unnecessary, but I guess, I’m okay with that.

More than anything I’d love to love myself.

From a young age I was forced to accept that I’m not good enough, my complexion was darker than the rest of them, my behaviour was too playful, I wasn’t like the other girls, I was running around, climbing trees and jumping off walls, I was happy with the way I was, but it was one of these moments where I was most comfortable that ruined my self esteem, forever.

Here I am sitting on a wall, singing a song I heard on the radio station, as usual no one noticed me, no one wanted to join me because I was the odd one from all my sisters so it just so happens that i overhead a conversation that will break my heart everytime, my sisters who were popular chilling with all their friends, gossiping and giggling when someone noticed the little girl who sat on the wall, “ whose the small girl on that wall?” They asked, to what my sister replied, “ Eww, that ugly black pig? She’s my tenants child, she’s from the farms.” I was just a child, but it destroyed my self esteem, I remember the same friend walking pass me a few months later and asked me where’s my parents because apparently I’m not from here.

I grew up wanting to fit the image that my sisters considered perfect, I wanted to be skinny, I wanted long black hair, I wanted to be light brown and I wanted to be known as their sister and not the tenants child.

So I tried, I stopped climbing as much, I stopped cutting my hair, I stopped eating a lot and for a little while I think they liked me, maybe throughout my teen years, they picked on my scars and my glasses but I was abit prettier to them now so I could live with that.

But when the seizures started, I had to gain weight, but I’m back to self hatred and no longer having a self esteem, I’m now an embarrassment to the family, I’m too fat and my weight is disgusting, and if it comes down to it maybe it wouldn’t bother me this much but I’ve never been good enough, pretty enough and loved enough to accept when they criticize me, it ruins me, it makes me want to punch mirrors and throw away my comfort food, it makes me wanna stick my toothbrush down my throat until I can’t throw up anymore, it makes me wanna hide underneath a hoodie so no one can judge my weight and complexion.

And no matter how many compliments I receive, no matter how old I get, it always comes back to “she’s my tenants child.”