She Poem by lindsey ashton

she always works hard, though it's never enough
She always tries, though sometimes it's too much.
She does her best, she does herself proud,
But she can't see it, she puts herself down.
Nothing is good enough, she always wants more,
Reach the impossible, what impossibilty has in store.
Up to the climax, nothing less will do,
Trying so hard to be like you.
She cannot walk, she knows it will take time,
She couldn't talk, but now she's talking fine.
Through working hard, she knows she can beat this,
Being able to walk would be emotional bliss.
She can't make sense of it, for something that came so easy to her,
She could just do it, without thinking or taking care.
Intense concentration and always thinking ahead,
She can't help thinking, somtimes, she'd be better off dead.
It would be easier, but then it's won,
Got the better of her, what's done is done.
It is easier to talk about she,
Because then it doesn't feel like, I'm talking about me.