You tell me that I'm a failure.
You tell me my goal is too far.
You tell me that my appearance in unappealing.
You tell me I'm not good enough.
You tell me to just give up.

When is this going to stop?

Will it stop when I'm six feet under?
Will it stop when I take my last breath?
Will it stop when my hair turns grey?
Or will it happen sooner then you think?

When will you tell me I'm good enough?
When will I be able to make you proud?
when can I just make you happy?
When can I just live my own life?