In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where doubts and fears are intertwined,
A voice whispers, soft and low,
"You're not enough," it tells you so.
In the mirror, a gaze that's lost,
Counting imperfections, counting cost,
A soul that's weighed down by unseen chains,
A heart that's heavy with silent pains.
The world spins on, uncaring, fast,
And in its shadow, you're typecast,
As the one who's always left behind,
The one who's searching, but cannot find.
You give your all, yet it seems in vain,
Each effort met with cold disdain,
For every step forward, two steps back,
In this relentless, unforgiving track.
The laughter, the joy, seem out of reach,
Lessons that life just doesn't teach,
A feeling of being perpetually less,
In this vast, human wilderness.
Yet, hear me now, oh weary friend,
This is not where your story ends,
For within you lies a hidden strength,
A depth untold, a breadth at length.
You are enough, just as you are,
A brilliant, singular, shining star,
In the vast expanse of the night,
Burning with your own unique light.
So let the world say what it will,
Your worth is something they can't kill,
For you are good enough, it's true,
Good enough for you, just you.
And in this truth, may you find peace,
A gentle release, a sweet release,
From the chains of doubt, the weight of fears,
For you are enough, through all the years.
