The world lies with those who bear to change it,
Yet those whom bear idle lie with nothing.
A fool’s young a wise man is old,
Neither bear gold.
Gold doesn’t have to bear glitter,
Silver doesn’t have to sparkle,
But kindness always shines through.

I starred at my broken mask,
It shouldn’t be such a difficult task,
I should let the world see me for who I really was.
They say scars make us beautiful,
They say be you,
I felt that didn’t ring true,
They say people could read us like books on a shelf,
People didn’t know the real me I said.
My persona was widespread,
I smiled behind a broken assortment of tears,
Held back and caged by fears,
I felt like whoever I was wasn’t enough,
I was never good enough,
Not loved enough,
Not cared for enough,
Not smart enough,
Not beautiful enough,
Not thin enough,
Not understood enough,
Not enough, just not enough.
I just stood there empty,
But half full,
I wanted to dream again,
I wanted to love again,
I wanted to laugh again,
I wanted to feel enough again,
Once again  I wanted my life to be steady,
I wanted to smile at my fears,
I had been hiding for all these years.
This, this is me.
Tonight, I want to fall asleep,
And not crying or upset,
It’s pain I want to forget,
I must confess,
That I want to fall asleep knowing that I’m enough.