A world to describe
the first thing that comes to mind
is simply inadequate
I am not enough
I cannot keep up
All my stress comes out through tears
I am spilling over the edges
I have too much to handle
Yet I am simply not enough
Utterly inadequate
I cannot keep up
Scores, calculations, projects
I cannot focus
It is all simply too much

I love him for all he is
and all he could be
I see the stars in his eyes
and the ones in his future
I look back at how far he's came
and how far he's got to go
I want to grow with him
and continue on growing
He is beautiful
and will be beautiful for all his days