Why am I never enough?
Why is she better?
Why can't you notice me?
I notice you.
You are beautiful.
You are creative.
You are amazing.
You are loved.
You have it all.
But I am just in the back.
Untouched and unloved.
Unwanted.
But don't worry about me.
I'm okay.
I just have one last question.
Why am I not enough?
