I'm never good enough for
What other people find good
Inside of me I cannot see.
A perfectionist looking
through a broken glass
The shattered pieces of my heart.
I have this modesty down to an art.
Too much modesty
Not enough self-esteem.
I'm simply never good enough for me.
I weep so often
Begging my mind to change.
But it is so much easier said than done.
A lifetime of memories
Of never being good enough for you.
I never was, never will be
Who you want me to be.
And now I am not who I
For I don't know who I want to be.
And even when I think I do
I'm still never good enough for me.