My Thoughts

Enough

There's one word that runs my life.

One word that controls my every move.

One word that that will never be used to describe me: enough.

The word runs through my brain, from the time I wake up, until the time I go back to sleep.

I strive to fulfil the meaning of this word.

I always fall short.

But there are many subcategories of this word.

My wishes in life.

To be pretty enough.

To be skinny enough.

To be smart enough.

To be kind enough.

To be good enough.

But I'm not.

I'll never be pretty enough.

I'll never be skinny enough.

I'll never be smart enough.

I'll never be kind enough.

I'll never be good enough.

There's no point in trying anymore.

I've never been loved.

I've never been wanted.

I've never been, and never will be,

Enough.

A/N
Not so much a poem as a dialogue of my thoughts. But oh well.