Sadness is an understatement.
Suffering, torture, pain,
These emotions aren't enough.
Hurt isn't the only thing I felt when I was with you.
I always felt like I wasn't enough.
I would try my best but,
I never met your standards.
I feel stupid thinking that you loved me for who I was,
For who I am.
During those sleepless nights,
Full of tears, I always thought,
That I was good enough.
That I was better than the popular girls.
But to you, I'm not.
I'm the second choice,
The last resort.
I loved you with all my heart,
Until you broke it to pieces.
I could never shake off the feeling,
That I wasn't good enough.
I wasn't pretty enough,
I wasn't popular enough.
I wasn't unique enough.
I wasn't good enough.
I should write a poem,
Because in poems, I could express myself,
Without wondering if I'm good enough.
Here I am.
It's like the boys that I love are like sand,
I always try to hold on,
But they just slip away.
I always ask myself,
Am I not good enough?
Am I too weird and crazy?
Am I not beautiful enough?
Am I too loud, and not quiet enough?
Do I talk to much, or too little?
I feel like I always fall short,
Never meeting the criteria.
But, I'll never know the answers.
I'll never know what you thought.
Because you were like the wind,
You were gone,
And didn't look back.
