I have always been not good enough, so I try hard to be enough. I don't know what validation am I even rooting for, no one's ever been proud of me. I feel like rotten vegetables ready to be thrown out, I feel like I took up too much space to be here again. I want to be good enough, I want to be good enough. I want to be good enough, please let me be enough. Please let me be enough. This is not my best, I don't know what's my best. I hate myself for being born as myself, I wish my brain wasn't wired this way, I don't regret you, but I regret having myself. Mama, please let me be enough. Please praise me for being enough. I don't talk about anything anymore, so let me be enough.
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I have found myself a home
Poetry🧸⃤ In the Kaleidoscope of wanting to be home, I have found myself a home in places I have been. The shade of colors found under streetlights, the thrills of joy in the shrieking of laughters by the side road. The love woven under fabricated happine...
