I'm good enough,
I don't care what you say,
I'm proud of what,
I accomplished today.
I tried my best,
which makes me feel good,
I did much better,
than I thought I could.
Why do you criticize
and make me feel small?
Does it feel better,
when I stumble and fall?
Well, I'm here to tell you,
that I wont let your words hurt.
Because when I fall,
I'll just pick myself up from the dirt.
my first poem