It repeats in my head like a catchy song.
You’re not good enough,
You’re not good enough.
No matter how hard I try,
The lyrics never stay gone for long.
You’re not good enough,
You’re not good enough.
My accomplishments fall short,
And I’m unable to fulfill my dreams.
You’re not good enough,
You’re not good enough.
The words hold me back,
And it’s a disappointment you see.
You’re not good enough,
You’re not good enough.
I always fall short,
Always a step behind what I want to be.
I’m sick of this feeling inside of me,
Of the words,
You’re not good enough.
The words sound in deaf ears,
With clenched fists I stand,
I am good enough.
I am good enough.
That’s who I am.
And my feet carry me to be great,
To the person I want to be.
About the Creator
Emma Sumsion
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I'm a young college student trying to figure out what I want in life. Learning to follow my passions instead of putting them aside for a later date.
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