Torn

In a world full of things.

I find myself with not enough.

The stress to impress is real.

It presses me down into a box wrapped with wishful thinking.

To compare what things I can give to what others will.

A mistake I made all too soon.

It shouldn’t matter.

But somehow the little things I did not think about bother me the most.

A competition I’m sure to loose that is not a competition at all.

Still this feeling that what I’m capable of is not enough.

Boils down to the fear that I’m not enough.

I wish I could make myself feel better.

Like The Beatles said…..Cant Buy Me Love.

Yet here I sit.

With feelings I cant shake.

Thoughts I cant push away.

For now distraction techniques.

To keep my demons at bay.

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One thought on “Torn

  1. If you’re speaking of the holidays and the pressure or desire to bless others with things, I can relate. And though you need no reminder, the season is so much more than that and no one will love you less.

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