How long can a person live with feelings like this? What more can I do about it when I feel like I have tried everything? Or maybe I have really tried nothing except sitting around, waiting for the next day to come that will hopefully bring a ray of sunshine to rid my dark, drury reality.
I can't help it. It's greater than me and greater than you. I thought you were the cause and the cure. Now I realize you are powerless to it as well as me.
Why do I dream of this destiny? When I never really wanted it to come true?
I want nothing but yet everything seems better than this.
Is the answer in Hawaii or Jamacha? Is the answer in a wedding ring or a person? Is the answer in the past or the present? Does it lie with you or with you? Does it lie with the little girl whose parents didn't meet her needs? Does it lie with the overwhelming, neverending, never fading feeling that I have never really been loved or accepted?
Why aren't I enough for myself? And why do I continue to ask this same question year after year?
I am not enough. I am not enough for me.