Have I ever... am I ever... will I ever be good enough?
How can I be good enough?
Why do I even want to be good enough?

My wins do not compare to my failures, much less to my mistakes...

My confidence hides my doubts.
My strength hides my weaknesses.
My smile hides my pain.
And my love... my love fades away.

One step at the time...
Falling and getting up...
Wishing and praying...
Dreaming and living...

Can I ever be good enough?
Will I ever be good enough?
Maybe some day.
But that day, is not today.

we need to concentrate on detail

to describe things properly

need to

go there each year a while

to retain to remain in memory

need to

care for  little things

The Lost

     She was so young and so pretty
She was Daddy’s little girl
He told her she could be anything
A Ballerina, she loved to twirl

She loved clear summer nights
She spent them stareing at the Stars
Maybe she could be a female astronaut
And be the first to walk on Mars

She had so much potential and
She had so many dreams
But she fell in love with a guy
Making promises and working schemes

Nothing ever seemed to go her way
She was overwhelmed with her situation
All she ever wanted was to be happy
She began using artificial stimulation

She ultimately became addicted
And her heart and soul became the cost
She had so much life to be lived but now
She’s all but invisible and one of The Lost

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright ©️ 06/06/2023
All rights reserved

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