That oscillate
between doubts and the truth
And it seems that
the doubts have the upper hand
Am I good enough?
Am I a good
daughter?
Am I a better
sister?
Am I an
irreplaceable friend?
Or can someone else
substitute all the positions I play
What is my worth
When I know that
another can do so much better
Cause I don't think
I want to be here
I don't want this
I don't want any of
it
All these
responsibilities
All these
expectations
Everyone relying on
me to fill their requirements
Everyone needing me
to be something that they want
Everyone molding me
into a more desirable person
Someone, I believe,
Who is generous
Who is whole
Who is perfect
Who is not me
Not one bit
Because, I am flawed
I am broken
I am selfish
I am me
And even if I tried
To take on that role
Killed my dreams and
destroyed my potential
Ignored my will to
follow yours
I'll fall short
I will always fall
short
To be the everything
you want me to be
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