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.