NEVER GOOD ENOUGH

(a sonnet...)
(to never again defer my madness, pain or truth)

It’s hated spawn I am, begun in her
Birthed in rebuke that truth and worth denied
My pain, the chorus sings, to all defer
For crazy is not real if bound inside

In writing songs, for words are all I had
That stopped the chorus so my words were heard
For hung in measure, truth might seem less mad
On fingered notes might speak it undeterred

Another harpy stripped that muse from me
Her only hallowed truth would now be mine
My truth imprisoned, her enforced decree
Yet madness brought me others of my kind

I offered them my truth and bought rebuff
And chorus echoes, “never good enough”