The stuff that's so tough

Isla Fuette

Forgive this, forgive that.

I am a brat.

I try to make it in this world

but either way I’m a short stack.

I try and try and try

I say I’m fine,

and then I cry.

Because I’ll never be enough,

tough stuff.

I talk and talk,

I talk like I walk

for miles and miles.

But it's too much.

It’s either too large or it’s too small

I beg for forgiveness.

But I don’t get it. Not even a little bit,

not even at all.

Yes. I apologize for not being, at the very least,

average

Yes. I apologize for being too much,

savage

Yes I say, “I’m Sorry, I’m Sorry,”

Huff huff,

But that sorry will never be enough.

I ask for your forgiveness,

beg for forgiveness,

Have mercy on me.

Please please please.

But when my cries die down,

When they hit the ground,

Nothing has changed.

You still haven’t forgiven me

for not being enough.

I don’t think you ever will.

This is the stuff that is so tough.

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