How could I ever be enough
my skin is thin, your words are rough
who can I let in when I am in doubt
tired of crying, I feel a drought
approaching as I come to understand
the face that is hiding underneath this strand
of hair that’s ******* in a messy bun
looking in the mirror and I am done
of feeling sorry for myself and what I am not
of fighting the battle that I have fought
“I love myself” is what I WILL say
when the time comes, when it’s the day
that insecurity is overshadowed by
self love, confidence, and when I stop asking why.