It's hard to hear you're not enough.
It's harder when it's from the people you love.
What's hardest is they don't mean it,
they don't know how deep it goes,
how every opinion cuts,
the way I internalize every word.
Nobody will understand,
but they are just worried.
They don't mean their words.
When people love you, they say things
they just want to see me grow, be safe,
not endure the things they hear,
telling me they are scared.
Yet I want it.
I want it so bad that I can’t breathe.
I need it.
It consumes me.
It holds my mind captive
every day,
I just can't get away.
It surrounds me, and everyone knows.
Now I can't back out,
even if I wanted to.
But it's the regret.
The regret is what I fear,
the regret of never doing it,
never knowing.
Hearing their words twist,
gutting the thing that I live for,
the story I want to live.
Them making it feel
like here are no options
left for me.
No matter the path I take,
sacrifices are inevitable.
I don’t want to choose.
I shouldn't have to.
Not;
between them or my dreams,
between my heart and my future.
Some people get both.
But I won’t.
I get a choice between pain,
or regret.
To lose them; or myself.
I want to be selfish,
yet I can’t bring myself to be.
Their words make me doubt myself,
though they’ll never know
how deeply they hurt me.
How they make me question it all.
My reality, my personality.
I can’t put it into words.
There are no words to describe it,
no words to say why,
no words to explain how I need this,
why I’m willing to risk it all for a dream
Something that is now so out of reach.
I’m sorry to them,
but regret would hurt more
more than the fall,
more than than losing them all.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 1:58 PM UTC
It's hard to hear you're not enough.
It's harder when it's from the people you love.
What's hardest is they don't mean it,
they don't know how deep it goes,
how every opinion cuts,
the way I internalize every word.
Nobody will understand,
but they are just worried.
They don't mean their words.
When people love you, they say things
they just want to see me grow, be safe,
not endure the things they hear,
telling me they are scared.
Yet I want it.
I want it so bad that I can’t breathe.
I need it.
It consumes me.
It holds my mind captive
every day,
I just can't get away.
It surrounds me, and everyone knows.
Now I can't back out,
even if I wanted to.
But it's the regret.
The regret is what I fear,
the regret of never doing it,
never knowing.
Hearing their words twist,
gutting the thing that I live for,
the story I want to live.
Them making it feel
like here are no options
left for me.
No matter the path I take,
sacrifices are inevitable.
I don’t want to choose.
I shouldn't have to.
Not;
between them or my dreams,
between my heart and my future.
Some people get both.
But I won’t.
I get a choice between pain,
or regret.
To lose them; or myself.
I want to be selfish,
yet I can’t bring myself to be.
Their words make me doubt myself,
though they’ll never know
how deeply they hurt me.
How they make me question it all.
My reality, my personality.
I can’t put it into words.
There are no words to describe it,
no words to say why,
no words to explain how I need this,
why I’m willing to risk it all for a dream
Something that is now so out of reach.
I’m sorry to them,
but regret would hurt more
more than the fall,
more than than losing them all.