there are voices in her mind,
constant echoes that bubble wildly,
telling her that she's not good enough.
it tricks her into thinking,
that maybe... just maybe,
she's really not good enough.
they tell her she's not suitable,
not for this not for that,
and she just happens to believe them.
as naive as she is,
she's quickly fooled,
for thinking she doesn't have the potential.
but deep down,
passing the harsh reminders,
she really is good enough.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
there are voices in her mind,
constant echoes that bubble wildly,
telling her that she's not good enough.
it tricks her into thinking,
that maybe... just maybe,
she's really not good enough.
they tell her she's not suitable,
not for this not for that,
and she just happens to believe them.
as naive as she is,
she's quickly fooled,
for thinking she doesn't have the potential.
but deep down,
passing the harsh reminders,
she really is good enough.
and if you think you're not enough,
baby, you are, you always were.
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