Am I enough?
Am I enough? The deepest part of me feels like I’ll never be enough. Anywhere. I can comb my hair one thousand times. Not enough. I can stoke my makeup brush against my scarred face for an hour. Still not enough. I can drive across to town to see you on a rainy night, just to make you do that little chuckle you do when something I say isn’t funny but your'e too protective to tell me that it’s not. But is it enough? NO. I can TAKE YOU UNDER MY WING, BOOST YOUR SELF ESTEEM, and give you a reason to feel loved and appreciated. Still not enough. Why do I have to sacrifice so much of myself to make you happy when I don’t see that reciprocated in your behavior? WICKED. What is it about me that keeps me so secluded? I mean, love comes in all forms but I’ll never be good enough to grow in your garden. I’ll never be good enough to sit and your table and eat the finest meals the restaurant has to offer. I’ll never be good enough to get a birthday card with “I love you wif...