As you fall to the floor.

I looked at myself

and collapsed,

using my hands to try and tear apart the floor

and punching my mind for making me think this,

punching my mind for stabbing my heart.

But I was standing,

looking around,

wondering when I got here,

when I started to 

not be good enough.

I want to be better.

I want to be good, the kind of great that makes people look and say, "Whoa."

I am not good enough.

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[Holly Mason]

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