I want to be a good person,
to be the reason someone smiles,
to feel like sunlight in a crowded room,
to make things better, even just a little.
My heart aches to be enough,
to not mess up or let anyone down.
Some days I stumble, say the wrong thing,
hide behind my hair, wish I could disappear
even when I try, even when I care,
There’s a quiet ache inside
like no matter what I do,
It might never be enough.
May 20
May 20, 2026 at 11:17 PM UTC
I want to be a good person,
to be the reason someone smiles,
to feel like sunlight in a crowded room,
to make things better, even just a little.
My heart aches to be enough,
to not mess up or let anyone down.
Some days I stumble, say the wrong thing,
hide behind my hair, wish I could disappear
even when I try, even when I care,
There’s a quiet ache inside
like no matter what I do,
It might never be enough.
This poem I wrote after I cut someone off bc they became toxic. Soon after, I realized I didn't really have anyone who made me feel like I belonged until I had met them, so I started falling back into how I felt when I first realized that I hated myself, and I've kinda been stuck ever since.
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