I'm not enough, and I can tell.
I don't meet the world's beauty standards.
I don't meet the world's brain standards.
It's sad.
That every time, I have to second guess myself.
Everytime I feel overly conscious of myself,
Everytime I hate myself even more
And everytime, I'm grieving God.
I always wonder,
What do people do,
To be enough?
I'm not smart enough,
Maths taught me that.
I'm not fair enough,
IG taught me that.
I'm not tall enough,
Height taught me that.
I'm not cute enough,
My mirror always yells.
I'm not talented enough,
said TikTok.
I'm not fat enough,
Again, my mirror.
All bones, long legs, dark eyes, manageable hair, and glasses.
Is that your picture of a girl that's enough?
So, what should I do,
To be enough?
I'm not even friendly enough
And I think I'm so hateable.
So, what do I do,
To be enough?
How can I be enough for the world? For me?
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In My Head | ✓
PoetryIn my head, there are a million things I'd wish I could say. A million things I realize. But the courage I have not birthed to say them aloud. Just a girl who feels too much, sees too much, hears to much and an obsession of curiosity. In a world w...
