Never good enough.
Perhaps to others,
but never to herself.
She may be okay,
but she
just
wants to be
Better.
She strives for it.
Finds jealousy from it.
Knows she's wrong for it.
But just wants it.
It's lost and unfound.
All she's got is failure.
Until one day,
she opens her eyes,
and knows that without the failure,
she would have never loved everything as much.
Those tears,
she doesn't regret.
She leaves the embarrassing moments behind.
And tries again,
but this time for herself.
And finds what she wanted.