I'll never be enough for anyone
I'm incomplete
A puzzle with no solution
No end and no beginning and nothing in between
Nothing in between my ears
Just a dumb little girl
With a baby face and a quiet voice
Reflecting on every word I've said
Every wordless word
Actionless action
And uninspired motivation
There's no table of contents for an empty book
Will I be a library someday?
Or will I be a potless plant forever
Maybe that gives me more space to grow
