3 droplets of blood she was bleeding

She tried to be bold she had a heart of gold

But the heart had a story of a broke once rich

man she had tired too much to make it right

So she decided to write it

Pain had taken toll on her beautiful skin

Like the saying goes behind closed doors

Is the pain of a human being and

This was her story running

Away was an option but she

Cried all the way to England

She carried a heavy stone the stone called

Pain she carried it all to London but

Even London couldn’t offer her any love

It couldn’t rescue her from the Ghost Town

She called misery London only offered

Her wisdom

Her heart ached and yearned to be recognized

It screamed I just want to be good enough

I just want to be good enough

I just want to be good enough

But like Marcus Bennett she had an ephiphany

The title of being a black sheep

Like a ball she shot force at anyone wanted her

Spot but none at all like a toddler trying

To walk she tried to do right but it was never

Good enough good enough good enough

Unlike the baby she couldn’t smile

The smile faded years ago it was no longer

There only tears but no pyschical she cried from

Within her scars were not visible but burried

Deep inside for she knew the pain

They say accepting sooner helps the center

Muscle heal but a heart break is a heart break

Accepting that you done and not good enough

Takes time building sand castles take time but it’s worth it at the end whereas this was not

Instead of trying to look good enough and acknowledged try working on yourself

And focus on you and not being a princess daughter cause some dreams die at the graveyard

Somethings will never change