What does it mean to be enough? To have the right stuff? To look good and feel tough? Am I weak or am I strong? Does anyone long to be with me? Stick with me? What's wrong with me? Who do I belong with then? Do I belong with them? Are they the right ones for me? When do I get to write my story? Can I right my wrongs? Do I have to write some songs? Belt out at the top of my lungs? Are my skills dung, like doo doo? Am I just **** at what I do? Is it true what they say? Am I always blue or am I yellow? Are we all racist or just prejudice? Can I be a soldier and a pacifist? Can I be selfish and an altruist? Is there a list of things I can't be? Well, I can tell you, There's a lot that you can't see. Some days, it's hard to breathe; I don't wanna eat, I just wanna grind my teeth; I wanna find some meaning; Hold a meeting with friends... Oh, wait... what friends? Am I in the right section? Do I have enough connections? Am I enough? Enough with the questions.