No matter how hard I try I will never be good enough.
- Never perfect enough.
- Never satisfying enough.
- Never proud enough.
Were all sad clowns inside because deep down we all know;
- We cant fly.
- We cant catch butterflies on our fingers.
- We cant touch a cloud or visit the sun.
Were never good enough.
Were all broken inside with hardly enough love to eat, yet alone give, but we try & we make the best of it & we do manage, but when will we be good enough?
When will we be pleased with ourselves?
When will I not hate myself deep inside for never being good enough?