*Disclaimer: The thoughts in this poem are purely my own thoughts and opinions and do not reflect the view of others.*

In my marriage, I wasn’t enough for my partner to not ask for a divorce

At home, I wasn’t enough to keep my family together 

Or to keep my sister from leaving

Or to keep my father from choosing drugs over his family 

At work, I didn’t do enough to keep the kids quiet,

To make enough programs

To classroom manage

To not get made fun of 

In the mirror, I wasn’t enough to stop the skin picking

Or the body dysmorphia

At the dinner table, I never ate enough 

In everyday life, I wasn’t thick enough

Or Black enough

Or White enough

Then when I wasn’t enough I became too much

Too much bones

Too Skinny

Too many health problems

Too much stomach fat

Too much trauma for me for others to handle

Too much baggage for others to face

Too many dead people in your life

Too depressed to be around at gatherings

Too anxious to comfort

Too loud to keep a secret 

Too nosy to stay quiet

Too much of a burden

All my life, I’ve either been too much or not enough

Even Goldilocks found something in the bear’s home that was just right

Will I ever be just enough?