Enough

Im not quite sure how to articulate

what consumes my mind

i get caught in loops of the anxious kind

like what if i wake up one day

and i can’t see any of life’s colours

or something worse like not

what if im never able to be a mother

these worries seem to be more fertile

than my womb

they consume me

make me question my integrity

is there something that’s wrong

deep inside

planted

i lash out because of frustration

of never feeling like im enough

skinny enough

funny enough

happy enough

i question why people want to be around me

I’m surrounded by the lies i keep

deep inside as my truth

I’ll never be enough

for my dreams to come true