People ask me how I am I say I'm fine But they don't know What's going on in my mind I try to find friends That I can call mine Yet still I doubt If that's how they should be defined Do they truly want me around? Or am I simply making unnecessary sound? I feel insecure "Am I enough?" I ask myself Still, I tell others "You should love yourself" My pillow is no stranger to my tears As I overthink every comment from my peers What do they say behind my back? Is this the point where I've finally cracked? Do I annoy them? I think I feel out of place, like a defective kink Right now, I'd like to act tough But I am still here wondering, Am I Enough?
I wrote this poem a few weeks ago. But I am still thinking back to the events that led to me writing this poem. Picture is off of Google
