Accepted

Let my words speak for themselves..

Accepted.

It's a word I would never use to describe myself.

Not today, nor yesterday, nor six years ago.

It simply is not me.

I yearn for it, yet my thirst for it is never quenched.

To be enough, oh, how happy I would be.

To never shed another tear due to lack of sincerity.

To be loved again.

No, the day where I will be enough for someone will never come.

Why, you ask? 

There's someone for everyone, right?

Wrong.

It'll never work with anyone. 

No one will ever truly accept me as I am.

No one will, because I don't. 

I'm not enough for myself.

I set myself up for failure, and when I do fail?

I tear myself down, I destroy my self confidence.

I am me, and I am not enough.

How do you accept yourself, when you despise everything you are?

Author's Note

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