Is it Because?

Why aren’t I enough?

Is it because my elbows are too dry

or because my fingers are too short?

Is it the minor scar above my right eye

or because my acne rivals a high schooler?

Is because little toe is double-jointed?

or because my feet are as cracked as fresh brownies?

Is it because of the minor overbite

or that my lips chap no matter how often I reapply?

Is it that my belly button is an innie?

or that the rest of my belly is an outie?

Is it because I forgot to shave the back of my knees

or because I’m too insecure to get a wax?

Is it because I have the dreaded cankles

or because I dare to wear shorts in public?

Is it because I have stretch marks

or is it because my tan marks reflect my confidence that day?

Is it because my boobs might actually be too big

or because they get in the way when I hug?

Is It because I took the time to make al list

or because I’m still not good enough?

Storms and Tempests

I know that many believe that

the only one with a touch

and the ability to stop

a boat from rocking in the midst

of storms and tempests is God,

but I know that your touch

and your simple gestures

is enough to make my world stop

for just a short while

until I find my bearings again.

Music in a Storm

Life is trying to listen to music

to drown out feelings

in the middle of the thunderstorm.

AS the storm gets closer and louder

you turn up the music

to try and drown it out.

It isn’t necessarily safe

and may make you feel better,

for the time being.

But in the end, you know,

the storm will end and so will the song.

so where does that leave you?

A Battle in the Mirror

I am kinder than most. Lots of people are kind, You are not special.

I am Positive.

yeah. Positively worthless.

I am optimistic.

Why? What’s good in your life?

I am supportive.

You can help everyone but yourself. Ironic.

I am compassionate.

Too bad no one wants you to love them

I am caring.

Nobody needs you to care about them.

I am helpful.

Not really. You just mess things up.

I am friendly.

Too friendly. No one wants you around.

I am different.

Is that supposed to be a good thing.

I am independent.

That’s the same thing as lonely right?

I am trying?

Why bother? Just give up.It’ll never be enough.

Me Vs. You

I look at you and I see everything.

A beginning, a middle;

something that I don’t want to end.

I look at you and I see a future;

that dreams and goals can be attained;

a life worth living.

I look at you and I see joy.

A heart that keeps on giving,

a smile that fills my soul with light.

I look at you and I see hope,

desire, ambition, friendship,

amongst other reasons to keep going.

I look at you you and I see a reason-

A reason to want to experience

everything wonderful life could offer.

I look at you and I see potential;

Maybe, just maybe, a dark world

could be filled with joys I can barely dream of now.

I look at you and I see a path

through the struggles and obstacles

that could lead me into redemption.

You look at me and you see me.

Nothing could ever break my heart more

than knowing I am not those things for you.

Busy, Downtown Street

I find myself standing

on a busy, downtown street.

As the crowd bustles on,

I can only shuffle my feet.

I feel so small

surrounded by the towers.

The everyday noise

my senses, it overpowers

I know I must do what I can

to make myself heard

even if I only have energy

for just one single word.

I take a deep breath

and gather my strength

to give it some volume

and meaningful length.

I scream it from

the top of my lungs,

loud enough to shake

nearby ladder rungs.

Only no one heard me

and my final cry’

for at the same exact moment

a large truck drove by.

I know it’s no ones fault,

the timing was poor;

but I have no ability

to try once more.

So I’m destined to be

yet another lost soul

Who’s cries for help

were mistaken for lull.

I find myself standing

on an busy downtown street.

As the crowd bustles on, ‘

I can only shuffle my feet.