Another writers block poem

I feel the sting from all this pain
I feel like my life is all in vain
I know its not, but the feeling wont leave
Everyday new hate is conceived
I've tried so hard to impress you with lies
But at the end of the day, I always cry
I'll never be good enough for you will I?
Then I finally realized
There is nothing wrong with me
Atleast nothing He can see
He's the only one with the right to judge
And to him I'll always be
Good enough.
 
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