i'm not beautiful enough to know you you're too good to look at me. - is this what you think of me? or is it what i think you think about me? it's too late. i can't change. there's no point to redo. i move on, i give up, and i'm gone. i move on, … Continue reading for now, i’m not enough | poem
I kept telling myself that people are born naturally exceptional at certain skills, that some people are naturally good at drawing and I wasn't one of them; I was denying myself the ability to try. And failing to try will always be a disservice to yourself.