Getting by

Not enough, not enough Nothing I do is ever enough "Do more" they say, as I'm finding my way I know not where I'm going or where I may fray I'm fine where I'm at, I don't want to do it, why don't you go and do something about it? I work and learn, that's what I do, and yet it's never enough for you. I went through trauma, and panic too, heartbreak and accidents, it's just what I do. I've done all these things, indeed, very true, but it's still never just enough for you. Give me some room, get out of my space, I'm so sorry you're normal and I'm a disgrace. I didn't ask for depression, or anxiety too, but I was born cursed, an unfair truth.