Nothing I ever do
will be enough
for them,
for you.

No matter how much
I try to change
they can't forget
the girl I was.

Nothing will ever
convince anyone
of my worth.
Then how can I recognize it?

How will I ever love
myself when I'm never
valued in
anyone else's eyes.

I'm losing my passion
to write,
because I can no longer
feel anything.

Why am I even writing?
For the recognition?
Attention?
Validation?

Be kind,
Evangeline.

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a/n: I'm sorry my writing isn't even where I want it to be with this one. Comment/Vote on previous chapters. Don't judge me based on this please. Wondering if I should keep the chapters longer or continue with shorter entries, comment your thoughts please.