RedRavenPoems

Funny thing is, I know I’m not enough. But I try on, until forced to give up.

Acceptance, kindness, a gentle touch. I wish for all of these things, why must it be so much?

Someone to look at the flaws of my soul, without judgment at all, or to cause me woe.

Longing fills my mind, for what I cannot find. It drives me to madness and fills my heart with great sadness.

I just want to be enough. Is that really too much?