My grades are never good enough,
My poems are never good enough.
I don't do enough sports,
Can't keep my body healthy enough.
I don't make enough money,
Not pretty enough to get away with it.
I wasn't good enough to love right,
Did everything wrong, bit by bit.
Funny how doing everything wrong,
Is the only thing I manage to do.
Maybe I've just had enough of this,
Enough of the expectations, it's true.
I am enough, I just can't see it,
Don't know when to stop, can't beat it.
Expecting myself to be the best,
Feeling like I'm failing, never at rest.
I'm done feeling like I should be more,
When what I am is already in store.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoésiePoetry is my coping mechanism. It's a profound dive into the intricate emotions swirling within me. Each line serves as a carefully crafted expression, dealing with the weight of genuine, heavy experiences. Carrying the profound weight of what's tru...
