I am trying to get better.
But the voices in my head
just keep getting louder.
Saying, "You'll never be
a perfect daughter.
Let alone be a better partner."

I then looked in the mirror.
I almost believed what I've heard
after seeing a loser.
What's there to ask,
when I already have the answer?
"I will never be enough
and never will be better."

Maybe I should stop fighting
and just surrender.
To the voices in my head,
speaking truths in a whisper.
"Will everything be better then,
I wonder?"
If I just let it consume—devour.