by Mardhiah Husna
Am I really not enough?
Pretty, but not pretty enough to be called pretty, so people call me cute instead.
Smart, but not smart enough for people to academically rely on me without having to worry about failure.
Kind, but not kind enough for people to think I'm a nice person, so they see me as someone with kind gestures.
Fun, but not fun enough for people to hang out with me without asking who else will be there too.
So I wonder, am I really not enough? What is the exact meaning of being enough? What is the most accurate way of being enough? Am I really not enough?
Those questions linger in my mind, taking away my ability to sleep peacefully, making me worry about things I should not be worrying about.
No one dares answer those questions. No one will ever be able to provide the answers I need.
And just like that. Those questions become unanswered; stay in me, consuming every bit of my soul until it becomes heartlessly broken and empty.
In the end, I am not enough.
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