What am I?
I can tell you what I'm not.
I'm not pretty (enough),
I'm not smart (enough),
I'm not talented (enough),
I'm not brave (enough),
I'm not normal (enough),
I'm not special (enough),
I'm not good (enough),
I'm not bad (enough).
but I'm also not a junkyard for psychological waste.
What's the best feeling in the world?
Nothing.
The best feeling is when I don't have feelings.
When I stop with the emotional labelling.
You know, when expectations and dissappointments aren't more than nouns.
When I'm able to erase the (enough)s and I'm left with mere facts.
Facts are harmless.
When I can guarantee you not one bit of myself is tied up in your acceptance.
I always wanted to destroy the system.
I never thought I'd start within myself.
Farewell limbic system.