Often I wonder
if i am enough
If the lyrics of life are translating from thought to the motion of lips
Am I socially adept?
Did I seem adequate enough?
For the world to see me with smooth fresh lines
Scarred skin and through teeth that practice smiles
Hoping they will be accepted
That they are seen
Oh to be loved
Wow, how the heart fluctuates
With breaths burdened faster in a cage squeezing tighter
Tears well into small pools rich with muddy rain
As the glaze of the late morning sun covers
What is left of the gaze that I can spare from weakened hope
Wondering
Was I socially adept?
Was what I said, enough?
I feel the loss, the pain of miscommunication
Lost in a brewing storm of calculation
A plague of misremember
Of scripts forgotten in the pitch dark, no longer remains
The safety net forged from pain
Weighted by fear
Woven by the devoted flock whom conquered spear
Amongst the chaos of each conflicted thought thinking
Am I accepted?
Why is it so tough?
Simple syllables tumble upon
Themselves as my tongue becomes heavier
As if a band of metal wire
Constricts the messenger whilst skin it sires
With each grip tightened, the deeper meat cuts
Injuring not just mind but also in heart
Anxiety fevers through each limb, my throat burns hotter
What once was muddy rain is now flood water
Behind the dam of concrete flesh it imprisons
A voice that screams and whispers,
Am I enept?
Will I ever be good enough?
