Enough

Enough

Does it even matter

Who I am?

Who I want to be?

Where I want to go?

What I want to do?

What I want?

What I need?

How I feel?

 

Everywhere I turn

All I ever learn

All I come to feel

Is that I am NEVER enough

 

Never good enough

Not smart enough

Not bad enough

Not sexy enough

I seem to always fail at doing the right thing

 

No one truly sees who I really am

No one seems to really want to

No one is patient enough to take the time to wait for me to open up

All anyone sees is a “smart” girl

No one ever cares to see the woman that is inside.

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