I am alone here.
Without much light in me.
It has started to fade.
It either burns too bright.
Or not bright enough.
I am never enough.
Not for myself.
Not for my family.
Not for my friends.
Not for my love.
Why am I not ever enough?
Either I give too much or not enough.
I can never get it right.
Is it me?
Am I just wrong?
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoëziePoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
