Sometimes I will go into a slight panic
It will be difficult for me to
Step away from the internet
Step away from email
Step away from myself.

Sometimes I become consumed
In what I think others must think of me
I cannot even see myself clearly
I never really have been able to.

Sometimes I think I ink my arms
I've colored my hair a thousand colors
I wear bright bold clothing
Because deep down I'm trying to make up
For how not special I think I am.

It is late night
It is time to step away from me and my thoughts
And believe in the love I have for myself
And myself alone
It is enough
I am enough.