What will be the thing that makes you finally good enough?
Will it be to have a six-pack and some biceps that are buff?
Will it be when you get tenure at a college high in rank,
Or when your work is cited by a prominent think tank?
When you have a perfect wedding or find a perfect mate,
And you frequently have sex and go on cool romantic dates?
When your kitchen counter’s spotless and you clean beneath the grill,
You’re never out of spinach and the fridge is always filled?
When you volunteer for charities and donate ten percent,
But still have some leftover for the mortgage or the rent?
When your kids clean up their messes and lead their soccer teams,
And your real life is as perfect as the ones on Facebook seem?
You thought you had potential, but you wonder if you’ve failed
Someone down the line you should have walked another trail
The demons whisper in your ear “You’re worthless! You’re a dud!
So go and drag your stupid self through puddles in the mud!
You should have been more careful; you must be more precise
And now we know your failings and you’ll have to pay the price!”
Tell the demons “No” and make them go the hell away
Prepare yourself for combat if they come another day
You are enough, you are enough, exactly as you are
Regardless of your wrinkles or the model of your car
But perhaps this poem’s stupid and it’s just a waste of time
Even if it scans right and the couplets seem to rhyme
(This poem is addressed to you, but I bet you can see
The one who needs this poem has turned out to be me.)