I'll never be good enough.

What am I doing here on such an early rainy Saturday morning?
I'm scared to go back to sleep.
To be forced to watch crazy things happening in my face.

The more I see, the more it gets me.
"Jo, you'll never be good enough."

I know, dear. I know.
Don't have to tell me in my face and get me broken, all over again.

It's okay.
I'll never be good enough anyway.