If

Dissatisfied

She tries her best,
Every time.
To change the tide,
Of her everlasting battle.

She's still dissatisfied.

She's met all,
The people she can.
She's loyal and works,
To keep her bridges built.

People still betray her.

She's still dissatisfied.

She met all the boys.
She wishes for a man.
No one can hold her,
Close to him, yet.

Perhaps one never will.

She's still dissatisfied.

She tries to be happy,
But this bad voice
Is louder than the good one,
And tells her,

"I'm dissatisfied.

"You can never achieve the life that you would like to build for yourself.
You can't do anything right.
You're not good enough.
Oh, look, another failure,
To add to your large pile.
You don't learn anything.
They are judging you.
You need someone.
You're still alone.
People hate you.
You're stupid.
You're ugly.
Damn you.
End it all.
End it.
End."

—:—

No.
Wait.
Wait it out.
Wait for tomorrow.
I know I whisper.
I can't speak any louder.
Listen, we all want success.
Be nice to yourself like you would a friend.
Would you ever tell these things to a friend?
Don't. Live for the moment. Dream for tomorrow.
Please, listen. You're beautiful and kind.
It's okay to be sad and dissatisfied.
Just don't forget.
Your smart. You take yourself for granted.
Build yourself. Don't break yourself.
Don't quit.
Find the beauty in the beast.
The light in the dark.
The diamond in the rough.
Hold on. Hold on.
It going to be alright.
It's alright.
Alright.
Breathe.

Don't cry.

You're weak.

Worthless.

And we love you.

Be successful for us both.

Breathe.

Cry.

Away from prying eyes.

You're okay.

Everything's okay.

Write.

Breathe.

She's alright.
She won't let anything she hates beat her.
She's her own
Villain.
Her own
Knight.
What's a story without the two of them?
Her mind is a story.
A labyrinth.
So, so easy
To get
Lost
In.